Turtle's pace while I plummet.
On to the bed I land
into slumber.
Good night.
For I am not who
I will be when I awake.
And you'll still be the magazine
with one page.
Your substance is questionable.
Your reasoning is flawed.
I only get to feel good
to make you feel better.
But no longer shall I wait,
as this pause that I take
will linger,
so carry on.
