Almost fifteen days into the new year,
And the million pieces of my firm resolve shattered can’t stop the tear,
Why why oh why this terrible fate?
For my innocent, sincere trait?
I thought I already had enough on my shoulders,
I am certain I cannot bear the weight of more boulders,
I wish I could somehow dissolve this burden,
I wish at least now I could get my guerdon,
Have I not put in enough effort?
Have I in anyway fallen short?
Perhaps I need to put in my soul,
Perhaps then I will stop to roll