Cross At Night

There's a ceratin cross at night,
At the Small town's roads,
That presents me the problem
that on my back loads-

Hellishly it will drown me-
I can find no rope,
but when I look within,
I find out how to cope.

None may see it-any-
Intangibale all-
Co-existing with society
But ready for my call-

When I come, the world will listen-
Everyone-holding their breath-
When I decide, immense release
Again escaping death.