At The End Of The Day

- originally written May 16, 2008 -

Days so long and tired and drawn out
So full of so many things to be done
Relief seems to be in a constant drought
Life can't be stopped once it's begun

Expected to fulfill our predetermined roles
Playing out our demanded masquerades
How can we ever know what is in our souls
Consumed in the games we have to play

But I want nothing more when the day ends
Than to lay my tired body down next to you
To mold myself into your every bend
And to just listen to your words so true

To be wrapped in the eternity of your arms
To feel your chin nuzzle into my shoulder
To be so protected, so far away from harm
A place to stay warm as the world gets colder

To listen for your breathe as for a lullaby
Words you have whispered in my ears
Have somehow carved onto my heart
So as to not be forgotten over the years

The next morning life will return hostile
A constant struggle against constant fray
But I would endure each and every trial
So long as I have you at the end of the day