I reflect on the choices that I have etched in time
I picture my life like a canvas, painted with hues of virtue and shades of crime
I think of all the hands I’ve given, and the hearts I’ve scarred
I bear the heaviness of a life, one that’s both bright and marred
I feel the weakness in my shoulders, energy drained, so unsteady
I sense the fatigue in my veins, ready to give up, strength not ready
I behold a daunting cliff, ascending to lighten thoughts so heavy
I shoulder the world’s weight, hesitant to release, unsteady
I hear a haunting voice, it whispers of impending loss
I feel the pins and needles piercing, as it tries to toss
I listen to its symphony of doubt, it orchestrates my fears
I ignore its demands for surrender, but it echoes in my ears
I press ahead, unable to stop, driven to the summit’s peak
I yearn to see the view, a moment rare to seek
I have a lingering thirst for accomplishment, a desire unmet
I have to quench the thirst, only then into the clouds, will my spirit be set
But for now my joints creak and whir from the weight, how much more can I take?
