Atlas

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Flying like a bird
Unperturbed by the gravity
Of problems i carry.
Atlas, the world doesn't
See my contribution
Yet i bleed for them.

These things weigh me
So much that i lose myself
In the stream of time.
Screaming that my woes
Are heard by the ears
That hear me.

The eyes that see me
Look with scorn,
The hands that feed me
Does with animus.
Still, i choose to believe
In the goodness of man.

So i tell myself;
"Be still like water,
Lest your mind wander.
Be genuine like denim,
Lest you fade.
Be white as snow,
Lest you stain.
Be forgiving like the Heavens,
Lest you fall."

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