The Point of Being Carried

“Hold the world upon your shoulders.”

Their request was simple enough;

But when it’s lying on my shoulders,

Then the world seems tough.

What’s the point of being carried,

When the world is coming along?

But when my entire world is spinning,

Then the world seems wrong.

“Hold the world upon your shoulders.”

It was the hardest of requests.

But I’ll keep on pushing forward

And find some true rest.

But sometimes we must be carried,

In order for us to survive;

And with the world upon our shoulders,

It’s good to feel alive.

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