On My Shoulders

I've got the whole world on my shoulders. Every time I stumble the earth tumbles until I reach out and catch her. Because when the world falls it's because I did first. I effect it when it stalls, I keep holding it till I burst. Should I hold this burden on my back? Am I crazy enough to give it slack? Is it better to wish for everything to float exactly where it's at? If I hang it from a string, would you cut it down? Should I lodge it upon a piece of solid ground? Or should I float the world to watch you sink it down? I will stop you from cutting that line, watching it sink, holding behind you every horrible thing. Because the world's on my shoulders. It will never fall again.