Crying a Lullaby

Look at me,
I'm tired and worn.
If things come full circle
Will I be reborn?

Is it too late
To whisper my soul to the stars?
Maybe reaching for heaven
Is reaching too far.

The cat has its fiddle
The dish has its spoon
I'd like to run away
With the man in the moon.

The saints say to fast
But religion won't last
The world's moving past
The dice that were cast.

If there's a hell below
I'd rather not know-
It's too late to change
Too hard to lose rage.

So here I am
Me, myself and I
And I cry myself a lullaby.