July 29: Grief is weightless
They say that grief is weightless
But I have to disagree
For when I saw you lying still
I felt the weight on me
I know in life, there is a race
that each of us must run
But I believed there was no end to it
when I was very young
Now time keeps claiming friends of mine
and throws them in the grave
and I can love them all I want
and wish they could be saved
But nothing, baby, nothing
will slow them when they're fast
and if I want to visit them
I travel to the past
And there we'll raise a drinking glass
and toast the joke of life
and beg the Norns to drop their threads
and dull their sharpened knives
I used to wish to be a god
when I was very young
and grief was all but weightless
when my world was filled with sun
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