Busy is Bold

Stepping out on every limb
Just to have it break again
Was it the weight you had gained
From the beast of the burden you ate?
Say something more
Or maybe your nerves saw how high
You had climbed causing your legs
To shake the branch to break your one mistake
Misery loves company
And company loves agony
And agony loves misery
Together we fear everything but no more
Labor is a lover never clever or conceded
Never preaching or pretending to be anything
But busy and busy is bold
And bold is a plank that you must walk