FATIGUE

Boats floating in my head
Now sailing I don't know where
Too many of them I can't count
Rowing in the middle of here and there
They're not even real to my eyes
Closed I feel them so light
But I am never so blind
Were they lost in their plight?
Or have I gone mad?
Float and sink, come and go
In this eternity of an ocean
Whenever you want them to come
No control under the sun
Everything is so futile
Desperate to find something
Myself in this single, lonely isle
Working hard all I can
I don't want anything anymore
I needed to be rejuvenated
Coz I'm all worn out
And I'd rather be dead

July 11, 2002