Fleeting thoughts in a lonely slumber,
Blank space staring at.
Knots and cramps in the insides, --
Gnawing the walls of the grinder's wall.
Burn and sourness, --
Together are worse.
Wandering around space of dark and gloom,
Going ahead seeing none.
Seeing no lights in all directions, --
Afeard in every step for holes are there.
Tingling and pounding, --
Anxiety is weighing.
Weariness' weight is killing Atlas' trunk,
Helding the heavens eternally.
Heracles' endured his twelve plagues, --
Boldly with his superhuman strength and heart.
Tenaciousness and decisiveness, --
Weariness get beat.
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