reborn

sleep my dear child
it'll be all over in the morning
when you wake up you shall smile
you have done a good job,
to amuse all this while...

when their time came to walk and carry,
they chose to ride,
and now that the vehicle is out of order,
they have chosen to hide...
with no one here to share the burden,
he pushes slackened
his body takes the abuse without demur,
he waits for the time,
when the world would be just a blur...

he lays still, his back broken,
but this time,
thats not the only thing thats weakened
there is no desire for revival
to lay still is his only want
but who is he kiddin,
he knows he would have to walk again,
but this time,
the only motivation is to break again.
and never to be reborn...


...the percipient