Shit Sandwich

Can i be the spine to a book Whose pages i cannot see Cannot be told of their content Because it would tear me apart? Can i hold dearly the leaves which call to me at my weakest and twice at my greatest strength but only in the face of a hurricane? A cloud might wish to hold its weight A sky might hope to fade from sight Should life be measured by what it consumes or what it sacrifices? Is it truly life if it cares not for itself? The essence of potential springs forth only if the trap is set only if triggered Only regret remains Can i be restful forever on the sidelines Where i can hear see taste and feel The game is before me but will forever be behind Below Astride my sorrow i ride ahead Ready to face despair eternal Happy to eat endless crow Because i steered the cattle I built the tracks And i never knew why But i will take more bread That i taste less of my shit sandwich