Remember
I remember
I remember when I lost it
I remember when I went crazy
When my fingertips went numb
While I ponder
While I type
My hands grow like stones
and weigh heavy to the ground
But while I ponder
While I type
The aching pain in my hands will not stop
for if they stopped I feel not human
and my human likeliness would cease to exist
To ponder upon the world willing calls
is to be alone in the suffrage
In the plentiful baggage of the outer world
– J.Broadway