So tired, so drained, floating over the abyss.
Feel nothing but pain that I can't dismiss.
Trying to change, but keep returning to this.
So tired, so drained, how can I resist?
So here, I float, suspended in the air.
Below me, the abyss, and into it I stare.
Nothing I can do, no way to prepare.
Yet still I feel nothing but dread and despair.
Here I am, stuck, in suspended animation.
A repeating loop of observation and stagnation.
No anticipation, no destination, no celebration of transformation.
Just a voice, a narration of a futile situation.