Atlas, no wonder

You've had so many surgeries -

You carry too much weight on your back


You worry that, under all of the pressure,

You're cracking

That your physique wore away with time


Mortality of a man

Soul of a titan

Shoulders like a god


Let me lay my head on them for eternity

Atlas, man of stone

You are more than just a statue


But I will carve you back into

A work of art again

Take hold of your world


Learn the ridges

What makes her quake

Atlas, Atlas, the world is yours


She goes to sleep every night

With the knowledge

That you will not shrug her off


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