The Final Rest

Day comes
Day goes
And day comes again
The earth trudges
Its lonely path
Round the dominating sun
Spinning always
In confusion
In constant motion

It has been alotted
No resting place
A course to call
Its own
Round the fiery sun
A marked path
But no place
Of pause

It has been granted:
No options
Little comfort
Much work
And only a dream
Of its
Final resting place