Atlas Without Time
At times, I feel like Atlas,
trying to support the entire world
only upon my back,
which obviously cannot bear any other significance.
Even this becomes a struggle.
For when I finally have control,
the mighty “Zeus” creates another world for me to support.
I want to let it all collapse around me,
to observe as flames consume it all,
leaving it to be reborn.
And yet,
I do not have the time.
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