Weary...

Staring onto vacant thoughts,
When every step taken,
Knew it deep inside,
She understood...
It was way too hard.

Strength,
Hope,
Make believed...
Will power, too far off,
Beyond her limits.
Deadweight, pondering over the shoulders...
Saddled on the back...

Liberty?
Unchained?
Just to be free,
To escape,...
All these must be left untouched...





Maybe, its a choice.
Or definitely, it is... A choice.