A great burden drags heavy onward
as cigarette butts and broken beer bottles
grind beneath a slowly moving heap.
Slippery, iron chains bind the bulk together
and extend outward to the tough hands of
a dreamer desperately leaning forward.
Inch by inch, bit by bit, the load creeps on,
but progress is meek and outlooks seem grim.
With every step forward, the dreamer
steps over stones the size of camp-fire rings.
But the load cannot step so nimbly,
and ploughs on through, crushing all remnants of
moss gathering, fire shielding rocks.
Motivation reserves run low and
