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At least the boulder is round
The pound of my heart
To the top, my feet stabbing steps
Pain, Fight, To the top
Success, (I'm there) Height, Where is the feeling? The end?
The boulder is round, it rolls.
Angst, Weight, The rock rolls up.
The Weight of the world I feel, I roll.
Again, Again, Where is my Savior?
I look up from my feet, weird
That's strange, I'm rolling a rock up a hill.
My Laughter, like never before
They are all rolling stones, watching them roll.
Some hear, I hear (other) laughter, see eyes to mine.
Weight still, but hilarity now.
Only those who Know Weight, Joy yet, there are choices of stones
I choose the biggest and laugh as it rolls over me ..
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