Carrying a heavy yoke of a weary spirit
Carrying a heavy yoke of a weary spirit I collapse.
Chest heaving with it's aching heart
and mind numb
and mind numb from its constant buzz.
Weighted eyelids droop
Weighted eyelids droop slowly
like street-lamps spluttering
like street-lamps spluttering muttering
along the dark sodden road
which leads to the Golden Gate
which leads to the Golden Gate of the City of Dreams