When I finally lay down my weary head
I hope to have said things needing to be said
I do not want to leave any regrets
I probably will leave a few small debts

Somedays I wonder how much time I have
Thinking I am young serves as a salve
At best I am merely middle-aged
The years ahead of me feeling caged

I know that I am in a melancholy mood
I probably should go eat some food
Turning my thoughts to happier days
Sitting for a while as my son plays

I am struggling physically as I write this, and I am scared. I don’t have a lot of physical or mental energy so I’m just doing my best to keep moving forward. I mostly want to lay down and sleep, but I know that doing so isn’t great for my recovery. I’m just so tired.