The day is ending, the battle’s won.
So now, to sleep, to rest.
I’ve won the day, the battle’s done.
Alive, with no strength left.
The sweet reprieve, reviving calm,
Returns to me my brawn.
But lining that all-healing balm:
The night ends with the dawn.
The dark of dream brings peaceful zen,
But also nervous angst.
For tomorrow’s just today again,
And again and again and again.