I've always wanted to sleep forever.
Never wake up, though this might sound clever-
I have tried many times before.
I'd say twenty; it may even be more.
I've taken razors to my wrists, ropes to my throat;
I can't even count the notes I have wrote.
I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know why I try.
Yet there's always something left whenever things go awry.
I have purpose left inside of me; there's something I will be.
I always know I'm something, although others may not agree.
I'm not worthless and I'm not nothing; I have somewhere to go.
But maybe, I don't see it now, so I'll go whichever way the river flows.
