My Cross is Not Like Yours

MY CROSS IS NOT LIKE YOURS
Don’t tell me to quicken my steps
For I carry not a woolen cross
Like the one you are carrying
Weightless like a feather..

Today I saw you in the streets
Trumpeting of my indolence
That I walk The Path
Like a pregnant snail
With a shell made of lead…

The sun is setting to my front from a distance
You are way ahead of me friend
Looks like darkness trends
Would barricade my tendencies
But remember my friend
My cross is not like yours.