The weight of the world on my shoulders.
But on a closer look,
it’s not the magnificence of accumulated human effort,
it’s not the excellence of previous generations.
No, I carry the rubble of all my previous failures.
Burried underneath,
nothing is louder
then a frightened heartbeat.
Nothing is louder then hopes
declaring themselves impossible dreams.
And the heaviness of nothing crushes me even more.
The heaviness of not doing,
the heaviness of not having done.
My heart is almost failing,
crumbling to dust.
But to dust,
the veil’s no boundary
and there’s no barriers to surpass.
The weight isn’t lifted,
The wind carries me instead
And I see myself exactly as I am –
A time-traveling grain of sand
Spirit of Tara 