Finale

The next time I trip, let me fall.

I am exhausted.

Let me hit the ground hard.

I daydream of rest.

I need a good jolt to the system.

Let me sleep.

Nothing concrete can't fix.

God, just knock me out.

A good, old pounding from the pavement.

It'll be another marathon effort.

Send me off before I go mad.

So I can chase the moon.

Let me fall into the arms of the forest.

And hunt sleep.

Don't look back, don't come back.

I will find it.

Leave me here, to the shadows.

Sleep.

Let me fall from a mossy cliff

To the end.