Everyday I come home with weary feet,
and I always think,
It must be that fateful brick,
I carry it with me,
day and night. This brick however,
is apart from others.
It has been pounded and formed
to my jobs, my faliures,
my small stresses that form to a giant knot.
feet dont fail me now,
I believe we still have a long ways together.
The days go by slow, and the time builds up.
The dark circles in my eyes, eco my life.
Streatching out the knots, holding the positions
does nothing. But help.
Thank God for stress, or else we would never have
the feeling
of relief.
