I see a monster on every shoulder Thou! named stress of responsibility what needs one for survival two square meals and a shelter to live? why hath then the demon crushed the flower of mental peace gobbling up moments of happiness dancing on heads with a satanic mischief. Why carries the man then burden can there ever be a limit to desire luxury, comfort are monetary matters tranquility can’t be gained by this measure… wealth stands helpless in joy and satisfaction whilst an affluent man is clenched too by this monster. How far would you carry the Goliath smash this Lil’ devil off your shoulder unburdening useless pressure breathe freely in the enchanting nature walk in joy with conciliation, between the tussle of worry and placidness the heart wins with self-confidence and valor.