Always on the run from slowing down. Never resting till 
the stomach aches but now I'm resting quietly.
As my arms become wallpaper and my legs become the 
flooring
I can hear every word they say while they're passing me. 
Eyes look straight through me.
I'm gone, alone like the building I became a part of. 
Found a beautiful peace. 
I wanna be a stone, I wanna be a wall. Just let me be 
something that's quiet, that's calm
That sinks and stays down, but never drowns. Something, 
anything that's stable
And not always on the verge of an implosion. Nobody acts 
resentfully if you find your happy-end
At least that's what the movies tell. So grant me that 
wish.
Hurry; go tell the sirens I'm deaf to their song of 
sleep. So turn on the typewriters, tonight we'll write a 
novel.
For I almost seem to have forgotten what it is that makes 
me sleep at night.