To Atlas, this ain’t nothing
but a thing, but I’m not him
and the world seems to bring
everything topplin’ down on
this mortal back, of mine.
It’s asking for that pound of
flesh that feels like a ton
and if the Fates have an army
then they’ve got every damned gun
aimed at the one who’s just got
It’s been one of those weeks, folks, and it doesn’t look like it is letting up any time soon. Thankfully, I get some inspiration during these times and, as I am sure you’ve had them too, I end up with something to post about.
Here’s to hoping the week keeps on walking by, and that your down-slope slides you right into that much needed weekend of rest.