I’m at the end of my rope,

the stressors of this world in my teeth.

Grit them to keep the grinding to a minimum,

I could use a soft place to land.

I just need to be.

 

Life isn’t fair,

and life is never free.

Freedom isn’t my need,

I just want to receive what I give.

I just need to be.

 

I’m ready for sleep,

for time to pass me by.

Once I am resting,

please don’t wake me.

I just need to be.