Some people know comfort
In being constantly frazzled.
Trying to reach inner meaning
On realities spinning wheel.
Exhaustion knows their name
Habit leads them once again.
Running that endless circle
Of both distress and refrain.

Rarely broken and quick to awake.
Scarcely I falter, I simply won't shake.
Oh! Rustle me such, as much you so please.
I'll forever stand tall, rise above your disease.
Cradling fresh heights, do forget
to reach me.