I am content

In a resigned sort of way

Like a man after a marathon

Who must fall to the ground

As if never to move again,

Like the sun

Sinking into the western woods

Despite its passion for the day

It must fall to night with hope

That it will rise again in the morn.

I am content

In a resigned sort of way

Like a man who has cried so hard

He collapses empty and void

Simply waiting for fate

To write the rest of the story.

I am content

In a resigned sort of way

Like a man who has dropped a ring

Through a subway grate

And into the darkness beneath;

Look,  he walks away,

Feeling loss and hopeful to awake

In a new day

To learn it was all a nightmare.

I am content

In a resigned sort of way

To be the best man I can be

And hope it is enough

To carry me

To carry we.