A Sack of Black Feathers

I've never been one for heroes...
we all have that common sense
when and if we choose to use it
and break away from cold heartless convention

So you can sit back and make excuses
to the whys and hows... that it can't be
and in the meantime I'll pick up your share
and carry it along with me

I don't see much sense in dismissing pain
as it is what makes us who we are
and if we chose to face it...we might open up....
a place we never thought our old ways could conjure

I won't drag around your share...
I'll raise it high over my head...along with my own
so the fingers you point won't find their mark
except when the target on your forehead becomes apparent

If wallowing away the days in darkness pleases you...
You can have mine in addition....
I don't need the extra weight...I have your light to carry now
your share...what for the sake of self pity...you left behind

And if you only knew how easy...how much easier the load
while you lumber along with your sack of black feathers
I run with lead weights on my ankles...
and life has never been sweeter or more beautiful...