Beneath the weight of countless days,
My spirit longs for restful haze.
The world spins on, relentless, fast,
While I, in shadows, find my past.

Eyes heavy, dreams just out of reach,
In silent echoes, they beseech.
A fleeting moment, quiet, still,
To ease the burden, bend the will.

Through tangled thoughts and endless night,
I seek a glimmer, soft and light.
A solace found in whispered breeze,
To guide me gently, put at ease.

Yet even in this tired state,
I find the strength to contemplate.
With hope, I yearn for dawn’s embrace,
To rise once more, to find my place.