As the lights grew dim, I grew dimmer
A thought, like everything, has a mass
The mass of a thought depends on its importance to the thinker
As the lights grew dim, I didn't
Thoughts weight
Some people have trouble keeping on going
For their burden is hard to carry
As the lights grew dim, I was enlightened
I can discharge some weight
By writing
Please do show appreciation if you found my writing appalling.
