MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

Hold Me, Tightly

There is no more tiring other than breathing,
A kind of feeling of surrendering everything,
This making me tardily losing the grip,
Left hand already gave up as it slipped.

The emotions of wanting to back off but willing to move on,
Wanted to climb up but world pulls me down;
I don't know... I don't know really and it makes me sick,
Just a mere fact of being undecided is making me weak.

I pray of the time that I can stand in steadfast,
Like I am able to smile without thinking that it might last,
Please bless this poor human... holy diety,
Give me the benefit of falling back... hold me, tightly.

-Marxx Archer