Some days I think.
That upon my shoulders.
Rests the world.
Like hevy boulders.

And I slowly move.
Through time and space.
My feet drag on the ground.
At my slowest pace.

Time is a slug.
And space to vast.
Always seems to crawl.
It will never move fast.

Then I saw you.
And I could stand sraight.
The world but a feather.
No more under its weight.

You took the weight.
And moved it unto yourself.
But I'll still carry half.
And keep your heart for myself.

Time is still slow.
And space is still vast.
But now that I'm happy.
I don't need to move fast.