I grow tired
My mind is slow
My body slower
With heavy hands and eyes
I wait
For that next hour of eternity
Sleep
No longer brings rest
For the mind
Is still powered on
And beginning to break down
Looking for something
In each eternity passing
Something to lean on
To replenish an empty tank
Trying to make the next step
The last
So little left
So much to go
With each eternity passing.

06/12/2002

Posted on 06/12/2002
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