A Virtuous Burden
A virtuous burden
My mind overworked
My body feels twisted
Now on with the show...
Every thought forged inside me
Even songs I wouldn’t sing
Dripping ink instead of tears
Losing grip of hopeless dreams
Falling short when it’s over
Let me know when autumn sings
Creating my own brand of sober
The sharpened memory usually stings
Winding down the path to Rio
At least that’s where I aim to be
May my aim find her hand in mine
A virtuous burden on a man at peace
D.R.L.
Copyright © Dillon Lewis | Year Posted 2019
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