Bird As Fish

When I hit the ground again,
I hear your voice. It's telling me
it's time to go. Let's keep on going on.

But bitterness it takes a toll as
Former bruises never go away,
They just always stay.

I'm too tired, can't you see
That I can't raise my head?
I don't mind eating dirt so I'll
just lay here all alone.

You keep on, keep on trampling on.
I just can't do it any more.
Your driving whip can't prod me into action.
So I'll just lay here all alone as you keep trampling on.

I've just been running too long with you
But you never stop
and I'm a fool if I think
I can.

Inevitability of it all that I should pretend
my god-like qualities could defend
me from impending exhaustion.

But quickly they pass away , these
seeming virtues of Herculean strength and
I hit the ground again.