I’m on a journey that seems long.
Sometimes I get lost in my worries,
leading me far from the end.

And I am tired.
But my fatigue is not from seeing the tall grass,
the litter scattered around,
or the road that climbs and falls.

I am tired because of the many hands that reach out to me.
That try to drain all my energy.
That grasp at my feet until I stumble.
That choke my throat until I can’t speak.

Sometimes I wish to hold this earth in my hands.
To control the steps of every person for better air circulation.

But, doesn’t the tree have the right not to be cut down?
Doesn’t the river have the right to choose its course?
And what about the ground that lets the rain pool?

I am tired.
This journey is a lesson I must pay with willingness.