One Day

I keep myself from thinking
Which helps

I keep myself from imagining
Which helps

I keep myself from wondering
Which helps

No thought
No imagination
No wonder

One day I'll wake up
And fifty years will have gone by
I will sleep for the last time
And it all won't have mattered
I will die a servant to those I love
to those who need me
and that is enough.
There is no one left
who I need
in return
That is as it should be.