Thorn in my side

It just occurred to me that I’ve been walking “funny” all day and I began to wonder why. That’s when I remembered the rock in my shoe from this morning. I noticed it this morning but I didn’t want to take the time it would take to kneel down, untie my shoe, take it off and find that rock. So instead, because I was too busy and it would’ve been too time consuming, I left it there and instead altered my gait. That’s when I asked myself the question, how have I done this with my soul? How many “rocks in my soul” have I left there because of the difficulty of removing it and instead altered how I act? Altered how I speak, how I think and how I carry myself?
O rock o rock
That exists in my soul
Because you rock I rock
Tis left me indented with holes
O weight o weight
Thee have anchored my ship
Has long since sailed
From the shores
Thine doors hath hinged stiff
O’er the horizon I see the sun depart
Mine eyes hath long since
From lash to lash live apart
For thine river runneth deep
That crests over my sight
O rock o rock
Dropped in the depths
For I can not see
But thy ripples hath carried
Thy effects unsparingly expanding the sorrow
O rock o rock
I’ll deal with you on morrow