THE HESITANT BURDEN
Burned like fire which fused the glass,
we carry that fragile heart to breaking.
Pieces of things and fragments and shards,
broken items littering yards - such as they
are, these patterns have cluttered our
lives. That old green car is still running,
but it's been left like that for years.
Soft tires and a wide, thin wheel.
A thousand looks but too few cares.
Simply shrugging seems the way to go :
carry the force that carries the garden.
Let it take its own, sweet time.
Burned like fire which fused the glass,
we carry that fragile heart to breaking.
Pieces of things and fragments and shards,
broken items littering yards - such as they
are, these patterns have cluttered our
lives. That old green car is still running,
but it's been left like that for years.
Soft tires and a wide, thin wheel.
A thousand looks but too few cares.
Simply shrugging seems the way to go :
carry the force that carries the garden.
Let it take its own, sweet time.
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