when whimsical worries, slowed br tend to explode, I think of my load br and wonder what's the worth. br buried under burdens beginning at birth br who would think the world wise? br it creates lies distracting us from the prize. br we wander through the waste br hoping to find a live taste br for love instead of hate br this is a lot of weight br to carry... br but within a prayer br I carry bottles and jars br everywhere! br these bottles and jars br hold the light of the sun and the stars br so I just leave behind my worries. br and carry bottles and jars.