The hammer falls,
with no hand in sight;

skin untarnished before the unknowing
eye,
inside the pulse quakes.

and I am tired,
so tired,
of chasing that
oasis.

long are the minutes,
struggle is the real fight;

hymns are broken and the breath
has completed the sigh.

and I am tired,
so tired,
of failing to flee the
stasis.

the past has that flavorful taste,
today is stale bread
the future will be choked down;

take my *** into the river and
allow me to be filled once more.

but I am tired,
so tired,
of looking for
traces.

the lonely crow knows,
what submits is dead;

my legs move slower in
the direction of sedation.

am I am tired,
so tired,
of chasing that oasis.