Forced to unravel by the spinning wheel
Its bounty bends me- what’s the deal?
Wretchedly worn this ball and chain
Where’s the satisfaction gained?
Here underneath its lashing force
Each task becomes its past of course
So seldom given nod or praise
Worry strangles winning ways
Years that once seemed bright with hope
Tarnish now beneath the rope
Which, pulled by tensions, grip my throat
As more beasts gather near the moat
Suddenly among the fray
Of clouded dreams dulled by this day
What sparkle is it I should spy
But a glimmer of inspiration in my eye
Gripped now by this chance for even tide
Each effort made propels my stride
It's back into the whirling grind
Reward is felt through peaceful mind
