Shedding The Deadwood

It's no wonder I've felt so tired

I've witnessed the careless all running past me

While I've been told to ignore my desires

And grow numb with understanding

I walk through theses woods

I carry this deadwood

I am determined to see this through

Driven only by the guilt and the shame of giving up

I must complete what I set out to do for you

It stayed on a shelf made of my arms

They had grown strong from giving support

I knew that my arms could hold out forever

It was my mind that'd grow tired

And in time would let go

It's been so long since I have questioned

What it is that I really want

Instead I follow your directions

As you lead me on

I can't use it to build my home

It will not fulfill my desires

Some wood can be used to help build a life

This wood will be used for building a fire

Why carry this deadwood with me

When were I'm going there will be living trees

Now close enough to carry it all to the end

But throwing it all to the ground instead

This bundle of deadwood

The pieces they fall

Corners indent the soil and accumulate on one another

Tumble down and pile up

It awkwardly spills like myself at a time

Like the time it had killed

Like every moment after it was collected and held

I'd give up all that I started

To pursue all that I wanted

I may arrive empty handed

But at least I will arrive