Sonnet XIX – Meant for Play

This Life was meant for All to find their Play;
With Some forever cursed instead to Think.
They slough off Cares while Worries on Us weigh;
Just float along while Others ’round Them sink.
We fail to grasp how Jollity is Work;
both They and I are flummoxed – Why So Hard?
Some days I think that I must be Berserk
For Contemplating Life like I’m The Bard.
If I could but hit ‘Pause’ and Stop my Mind,
Perhaps a Fighting Chance left for my Soul.
Just Walk Away – Depart from Mental Grind;
It sounds So Easy – yet a Lofty Goal.

The Paradox is that I know what’s Best,
And yet still Choose to keep Myself from Rest.