Day's Tolls
Carry we chains throughout the day, be big,
Be small, the weight does toll, on mind does press
From ground does pull, the weight of day from twig
To branch. By end, I bind my feet with stress
Against the ground my corpse collapse, for weight
Is death, and all have we is stress, at least
My corpse does live, alive but full of hate,
Life bound to grave, we wish for rest, release
But still, tomorrow comes with weight undone
A whole new chain to bind my day, my neck
In spine, a quick retreat for here this ton.
Is death a tower toll, amidst this wreck?
And now reset. Today anew then next
And next. Reset again. No new complex
