What do you do when all the columns come crashing down around you?
They don’t topple over and lie there next to you,
Not in a mutual agony.
They fade away like a mirage,
Having never been there at all.
There is only one column you need to hold the weight and agony of this world back,
Your twisted muscles and spine,
A column with unshakable will.
Your will has gotten you through everything,
The doubts you trust to others is simply thrown back,
You ask the questions you know the answers to.
You know the answers,
All the columns are fakes,
A spine with twisting muscle is all you need,
You are all you need in this life.
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