The Choice Of Atlas

wedding cake ceilings

Porcelain pots and tags with congratulations typed up

dreams carried upon futile promise

unplanned young growing

The world wishes the worst for me

I wish to drop it all

Like atlas wishes to throw off the weight of the world

And be free

but a ring

Is all that I can see

Now it is time

that I make a choice

to be a good man

or a man who runs

Now it is time

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.