The floor feels like it draws me toward
The center of this flying sphere.
Tired of moving back and forward,
I let my body settle here.
I wish that I could do and do,
As I see others pushing through.
Yet I have limits firmly set.
I’ll rest and hope to start anew.
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The journey never ending
Often feels like false contending;
A spinning wheel that never rolls.
Yet I know this wicked stress
Results from all our busyness;
And this thought my soul consoles.
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Worn down to the bone.
Sometimes there’s no more to give.
That’s perfectly fine.
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