I bemoan over the scarcity of many things I seek for,
And with past burdens new woes descended on my shoulder;
I am gone to a watery grave filled with sorrows;
Yet to be experienced and suffer from it deeply.
I sought for affection to quell my rage and ire,
But then I still weep and wail at sorrows bygone;
I am foundering in waves of deep woes,
Unable to fight them back bravely;
I had faith on time with all I have,
And it offered me a life span and ash.

If you compared her to a fire
you’d find they’re much the same
Her heart too hot to touch
the fire too wild to tame


But flame moves on with time
like she could never learn
She didn’t know to fade
she only knew to burn


She watched with deadly sorrow
as that flame soon learned to fly
her grief far too heavy
to be taken by the sky


So that little ember floated
straight to the nearest star
where it forgot the girl below
for it had flown too far

She longed to join its skyward home
among the deep dark night
but it’s hard to follow ashes
when a fire is still alight

Surplus is burden.
Expectation is limitation.
Hope is anxiety.
Fear is confinement.

A heavy pack is a liability.
It does not help to carry more than you need.