Am I running out of steam yet? No, but I'm almost out of waking minutes The sandman approaches Though I have words left to say So when the zees fall upon me I shall no doubt see words in action And active minds breed active dreams I have been creative enough tonight Rest is what I've deserved for so long Nothing is as it seems anymore It is hard to keep control My emotions are in turmoil But seeing things at a different angle Helped me to understand some things Loneliness is not a curse It is in fact a gift A gift to be lavished, not resented For who knows when The chance to soul-search will arrive again But I must go The pen slips from my weary fingers I know not where the lines are My final thought for this evening Is that my life lies in the hands Of those who regard me to be special