Two Ropes
Full of passion; it's here I
stand,
with two ropes taut in each
hand;
neither yet worth to let go;
how long must I grip until I
know?
Mighty Atlas, I wish I could be,
for the earth it feels weighs
down on me;
the pain is torture and it's only
the start;
for now I can't let go but it
might tear me apart.
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