I need to find my way,
A hundred kilograms on my back; I need to find the path soon
Sudden whims and vicious thoughts hinder my sight
No one seems to understand my plight
I stand here under this moonlit sky, with a hundred kilograms on my back,
I need to find my way.
Wolves howl in my ears,
Demons scream in my mind,
Telling me I won’t ever find it,
Telling me I’d be engulfed by the darkness,
“T’will be so on the day I die.”, I say
“And so you shall die soon.”, they reply
Scared, I run. I run with the hundred kilograms on my back, till the sun comes up,
The wolves and demons disappear, as if afraid of the light,
Oh, those petty fools, running from the very thing that sustains my kind,
With the voices gone, I focus on the hundred kilograms on my back,
My curiosity piqued, I peek in and see things unspoken wishing to be spoke,
Realizing that resistance would increase the load, I decide to speak,
With eyes full of tears and a heavy heart,
I speak.
As I speak, I feel a few grams slowly reducing from the load,
Person to person I go, cutting off a few grams with each person,
Only twenty kilograms are left,
Only one thing left to be said,
This is going to be a hard one,
I tell the person something that had been festered in my heart for a long time,
Finally, I don’t care about the response I get,
Only focused on the lessened burden, again I stand with a straight back.
With the burden gone, my mind less cluttered,
I can see my path clearly,
The bends are all mine,
So are the potholes and asphalt,
No kilograms on my back, I walk
I walk on the path and live a life,
I found my way.
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