Carrier

This path is meant for running
No sky above, no water below
Someone killed off their dreams,
You carry them with you now
A beast of burden with no direction of your own
Years pass you by, as swiftly as the wind
Wealth accumulates, but not fast enough
Never fast enough
The only instance you won against time,
Was when you fell in love
You’ve grown accustomed to losing out,
Taking pain like a distasteful medicine
Look there, your burden has fallen to the ground
Would you shed your skin at last?

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