And so we prise the world from our shoulders, a slow peeling
The weight of the world has weighed heavy, sometimes impossibly so
So heavy, we begin actually to stoop; like Atlas, we bend beneath the load which won’t go away, there’s too much there, digging into our flesh, pressing on our mind
The world makes demands, a thousand every day and each weighs a painful tonne
And so we act, we have no choice or we may collapse – we ease the world from our shoulders
This is allowed, breaking news – we are not asked to carry this load
(no really, we aren’t)
We can care without carrying
We can let go and put the world down, take a rest
We can stand straight again, such lightness of being, so long forgotten
We can care without carrying, and care without carrying
We can ease the world from our shoulders today
