Let us be sad.
Leave us to mourn our losses,
And to confirm what we have done,
In order to begin again.

Let us be sad.
Stop trying to pump this up,
When we breated our last breath,
Of this particular hayride a long time ago.

We have long been conscious of something more,
Of something less,
Than what we have amassed,

It has only drained us and made us small,
It has kept us from growing, from continuing on our path,
From learning, from breathing, from love, from living,
From life

Let us be sad.
Leave us be.
Let me be.
Let me begin.

Unless I am not sad first,
I won't be able to start from square one,
This being the realization that this isn't going to work.

It isn't working now.