The sky is heavy, hanging low,
I walk a path where no winds blow,
With every step, the weight increases,
The clock ticks loud, but time deceases.

My shoes are worn, soles torn thin,
The earth beneath feels cold within.
My hands shake, I hold on tight,
To dreams that flicker, far from sight.

Each breath I take, a heavy sigh,
As clouds move slow, and moments fly.
The streetlights buzz, a rhythmic beat,
But my tired legs...