If you were told to hold up the sky
Would you do it quickly, willingly comply?
Or would you have something else to do,
Burdens common, the greatest seeming undue?
And would it be heroic to walk away?
Not to worry oneself day after day?
Why take on more strife just to gripe
When the world spins on regardless anyway?
Whose skies do you hold?
What complaints are your gold
That you treasure in lieu of greatness?
Let go of your burdens unfold.