Tough Joys

Stuck under a rock, 
Everything keeps moving
Yet I'm stuck, I keep pushing
But no luck, everyone around
Me seems struck with energy
Draining obligations

I chase paper planes, 
Ride on long-way trains,
No destination, just a 
Quick escape of bottled up
Frustration, I don't know if
This is how "fine" should
Look like or if what I'm doing
is right or mere imitation,

But I'm holding on to something
That sounds to me like right
It brings me to life everytime
I almost lose my spark

How strong does a human endure
Till they run out of fuel? 
If we're taught only strength,
Does a moment of own-will weakness
Mean breaking out of the rule?

Is it possible?
To be happy with a heavy breath?
To mumble instead of articulating loud words 
And take pauses between breaths?

To slow life's flaming wheels?
To choose tough joys instead of easy sadness? 
To stay when leaving feels intriguing
And embrace silnece instead of loud empty words...

Maybe strength is choosing to slow,
Sticking to what's real
In a world thats asks us to perform
Without allowing our human souls to reform.