If you let me sleep I will not ask to be free. I will don the chains you insist are not a leash. Allow me to drop deeply, slowly, in rapture without the plummeting end.
If the long tunnel must bait me with the promise of light ahead while its long shadow weighs me down I need to lie here and rest before I accept the white untrue hope. If tomorrow must arrive and I have to greet the blue rascal with a smile let me say goodbye for now.