Weight/Freedom

  A measured malaise to pass the days

  Fun frowns from the sidelines as apathy misses the goal.

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  I wish I knew just what to do

  To put joy back in my soul.

  Deep in the night my soul takes flight

  The weight of expectation is gone.

  Such sweet solace in the silence

  If only all time could be thus.

  But day returns, my soul yet yearns

  For meaning beneath the sun.

  As morning broke, with spark of hope

  Perhaps today will be fun?