Am I dated by the dark circles around my eyes?
Does the struggle for balance, struggle for balance?
All work and no...well this work is all I know
It is all I have
No warm spoon to fork my path
no umbrella, no shelter, no recourse
I am committed says my left ring finger
The spin of the storm remain familiar.
Monday to oneday, the push incessant.
The future the aim, while the pain remains, present.
This muscular structure has dug its nails in,
and stretched me way-too-thin.
But within, is a lesson.
I am the reluctant striker, learning to hone the touch.
The roar of the din, meets the fire within, and reminds of the climb-
to this pitch.
Heritage demands this in explicit tones.
Beautiful eyes staring me down with questions.
For as my knowledge grows alongside perception,
so too, does the weight of sacrifice.
So continual
So ebb and flow
So I let it go
My compass, that so many unshed tears have nourished,
Tenders demands specific,
So that only goals,
Flourish

Looks just like the sun.
Is the devotional song I sing under sighs.
The weight is great, sometimes I am victimized
tirefaced under the drive of the enterprise.
What I do is important to you too. It has to be.
For I cannot do this for just me.
I belong to the world that reared me.
The society that broke, then healed me.
I never forget that it was me, that sealed me.
Promised quality then bet the farm.
It is only love behind the charm.
That is what the roots cling to.
I love you.
Not because I want to, because I have to.
It is the hope that holds me.
Because right now, with my head down and heavy.....tomorrow, feels so far away.