Hold
What we hold dear
and what we hold near
is what we pay for dearly
and what we can hold but nearly.
Yet the costly burden that holds sway
is what drags us under on our day
of ill constitution and self-doubt
the religion which I follow most devout.
We do get to carry a burden
greater than we can bear,
so trite, so trivial
I don’t care, I don’t care.
I hold on, with scarcely a thought
and but a mention of a hope
to get to where I need to be
beyond what holds me back.