Rest

The road is long and winding,

and sometimes, your gears start grinding.

There is no behind, only forward.

Forward 'til your cornered.

This weight called Happy, has started crushing

and so begins the rushing,

the walking, jogging, running,

away from all the shunning.

Try to stop and lift this burden Happy

making your back start snapping.

A fight inside your head,

stay alive or meet the dead.

one flank yes the other side no,

hoping the battles would just go,

go away leave you be

and let your head have some peace.

Your arms are tired, your legs are sore

you can't run, you can't fight the war.

Cast off Happy and ease your bones

Only then can you atone.

A pressure lifted from your chest,

how you wish to join the rest.

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