Something Just Like This
The season took a toll on me
and did these heavy shoulders
It now has turned into a mountain
what once appeared just a boulder

and when I couldn't see further
and thought it was the end
It broke the strongest of the spirits
when off the right it bent

But, you see , Stagnation is not an option here
Specially with a stomach without bread
So like other lone wayfarers I revere
Towards the oblivion I tread...

© Trench kid