I don't care who you are
What you do
How you do it
Everyone has a monkey on their back
And most unfortunate
It is
That as soon as you get rid of one
Another one just comes rearing up
Like Medusas snake hair
Never to be tamed
Never to be left at peace
Yes
We all walk around
With a monkey on our backs
Like it or not
It's the fate of humanity
And I don't mean that we all have drug addictions
No!
Simply that
as much as we all have an Achilles Heel
A sensitivity. A fatal flaw
In that same sense we all have some burden we carry
Some torment that is bound to us
Making our lives more difficult than need be
This we sometimes carry quite ceremoniously
Sometimes quite austerely
At times with deep reverence
And others with martyrdom
Yet mostly quite obliviously
Making the rounds
Making the rounds
All with full fledged monkeys on our backs
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