When the stress builds up so high it surrounds every egress And yet on they climb as if the sky were no such limit Eventually the walls will become too heavy for itself And in it will cave upon the poor soul who went and built it up
Now underneath it all I sit and claw above my head To push away the rubble where my tower of stress had been But soon I find I have no hope and just sit and wait For slowly and eventually it will all erode away
Bit by bit and piece by piece and slowly brick by brick The weight gets a little lighter And so on I sit
But when this rubble finally clears I find myself amidst A clearing of lifeless dirt where other stress towers had been Looking around I finally see those goals that were so dear Had all died away and that’s how long I was sitting here
Where have all of my friends gone No longer on the same level as me Then I found towns where their stress towers used to be
These towns are now thriving Built of the same brick the stress used to be But they are the achieved goals Of those who never stopped clawing
And climbing and digging and forcing their way up For soon they met the top And had enough strength from their dig To build great things from fallen
Pressure Sensative · Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 07:03am · 0 Comments |