You've worn me out
Until I'm leaning like the letter Z,
Trying to find support
From the ground
Or from anything that's around
Just so you can be like an oak tree.

I've carried you.
I've supported you.

And as the bright eye in the sky begins to close, And the night descends upon us like warm peace, You peel me off your feet
And leave me exhausted
And alone.

Then we continue again tomorrow.