Stressed Out
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.
