When the brain is frozen to paralysis,
And there have been NOs coming your way.
When the back seems to have broken under the final straw of nay saying,
There is no balm to sooth your throbbing heart at the end of the day.
The air, you can’t breathe it, you lust it in gulps,
You can’t bring yourself to have lightness in your step, try as you may.
Weighed down by a million silent impositions,
Favours to return and bills to pay.
Deep and beyond the clutter of shells and unmended crevices,
You find a treasure trove of hope saved from before the rainy day.