It permeates my every waking moment.
On my shoulders, lies the onus.
Nothing but obligation to strive
And rise towards my magnum opus.

Back to ground level,
Don’t know, how I will cope.
Remnants of hope.
Strain towards the sky,
Tighten the scope.

I feel it in me,
Crippled radiance designed to shine.
Coming to grips with the undeniable truth,
That we’re all born to die.