There is something in the exhaustion,
Of maintaining a hopeful lie.
I started the day with a glow,
But my soul is now full of sigh.
Life is tiring enough,
If it drives the train foot down,
But when you have to fake it,
Then heavier is your crown.
Your tense and tired shoulders,
Put weight upon your heart.
I can not control the outcome,
And I have fear of a re-start.
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