S.T.R. (short version)

No one's truly invincible, no one's made of stone, You can't shoulder a weight (that's not yours to own). It's not shirking duty, but (knowing your zone), You're not bound to carry others (all on your own). Boy, ponder on the hours (that slip through your hands), The time you give to others, (where do you stand)? Think of the joy in doing (what you hadn't planned), In the now, find the strength (to make a new stand). Simple yet complex, it's a dance (that's well-known), With time, clarity comes, (and how you've grown)! Many paths lie ahead, (into the future you're thrown), New beginnings await, (in seeds you have sown).