Oh, so patient
A simple man
Who leads a simple life
I open my eyes each daybreak
I walk about
I talk, I work
I return and close my eyes at dusk
The time passes ever quicker
Memories fading into disarray
The worries cease slowly
I grow steady as a boulder in a breeze
But,
Sometimes in the early sleepless hours
Sometimes, in the restless hours
Occasionally,
I hear the sounds of tumult from afar...
The waters rage above me,
Boiling more and more rapidly,
The chains shackling me creak and groan,
Their weight suddenly oppressive as the world.
I could jump
I could leap
I could soar
Away from all that binds me
Crushing all the strings that bind me
Free from this pit of death
Yet I persist.
I close my eyes again tonight
Tomorrow the horror shall vanish
Lost in the oblivion of the mundane
And I shall remain here
Slowly
Patiently
Gradually dying
In a shallow pot of stewing life
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