Some simple prose (if it can even be called that) about feeling the expectations of being valuable in some way or another. Some hints of where the control in our lives lie and how much we can control. Freeing if you enjoy less responsibility, or maybe more aptly phrased not borrowing the worries of uncontrollable woes. However, there's a feeling of uncertainty that either one must face or avoid in some way so that you can conquer the scale or forget you're on it. There's more nuance I'm sure but I want you to read the thing (and enjoy my cover art, like it's so cute).