A skill of human kind they say,
Has become more apparent,
Among each day.
A must have attribute,
To show you contribute.
An unspoken deed,
Nailed in your coffin,
Before you could breathe.
But how could I possibly...tangibly...
Balance on this rope,
Prove my worth,
To the world.
With buckled ankles,
Rusty shackles.
Its a challenging act.
If I fall,
Too many duties to catch.
I need I need.
I want.
I need.
These crippling desires,
Now straining my knees.
Torso thick,
Bursting with greed.
Heart so heavy,
Each beat cries a minute.
Told were never at peace,
Till we finish.
What madness is this?
Nobody's wish.
I think on the ground,
My feet will remain.
No more wobbling conditions,
Illusions,
Pointless provisions.
On Mothers soil,
I can finally relax.
This donkey show is over,
I've unburdened my back.
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