The Weight and the Spark By : lowercase.base.eth Each morning breaks with an anxious moan Do you think they need me? I could just stay home The alarm confirms it's time to move The coffee drips, a bitter truth The daily loop seems like a spell Another day inside this shell The traffic groans, a crawling line A thousand thoughts pass through my mind Emails pile like fallen leaves Deadlines pass by in the breeze The days are long and filled with stress A blur of tasks, I'll do my best But then—...