Underneath this heavy coat
Beneath the screams held in my throat
Behind the vail through which I spy
I pray the lord I do not cry
I do not believe in him
Or her or me or those or them
But anything to shun the weight
Of lifes impostor in my gait
I don’t know how others do it
Can’t believe they ever knew it
What heavy lifting life would be
For if they knew we’d never be
Not the sort to rise and wander
Or gaze and raise a glass to wonder
The world is more than we can blunder
With tiny little lives to ponder
A load made heavy by sly synapses
Convincing us to push through lapses
In faith and trust and common valor
That lets us carry petals gathered
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