I sleep for there is no problem.
On a field of rose, I lay my head.
Basking in the ever living tranquility.
Oh, how I wish,
That this was true.
That I had nothing sorry about.
That I could just rest.
But the stress is killing me.
Crushing me like I am an ant,
Carrying a mountain.
Like I am one man,
Facing the largest army.
Anxious,
I am anxious about the outcome,
About what would happen
If I do or I don't
Sometimes my only wish
Is to just rest.
But I know that in this world,
That wish is harder.
Than a camel passing through the eye of a needle.
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