when you feel like your problems are the worst
because they�re yours
and the fires of helios are burning your skin
when aeolus is blowing icy air
into your frigid red face
and the snow and the rain are assaulting you
along with zeus�s arsenal of lightning
in the war of the gods against meek little you
when you feel like you�re expected
to know the name of every star
and the night sky seems relentlessly boundless
when you feel like you�ve become atlas
just remember
you�re not the only one
with the weight on your shoulders
we�re all trying to keep the sky from falling
it�s just that it�s so damn heavy
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