Time

The weight of the world rests on your own shoulders

The weight of the world feels like boulders

Falling. 

Slowly, but surely

I imagine all the superior 

The time it takes to form

Igneous rocks

Metamorphic Rocks

Each with their own story, But don’t forget 

Sedimentary, my favourite 

They each take time to form

Millions,

Even thousands of years,

Time

It’s their time

And every time the weight is really on my shoulders,

Feeling like boulders no,

Blue whales

I think back to the ancient stories

Back through time.