It’s late in the night, 

lI’m simply exhausted. 
Is as if my body is just going with the flow, 
Trying to just get home. 

Yet my mind is still widely awake. 
Thinking of a miracle. 
A miracle that I can continue praying,
But will never turn out real.

How I wish a dart would just fly into my head,
To remove that thought out of my head. 

All would end