We find rest like children on small boats out to sea, slowly being lulled to sleep. Each passing wave hugging the cradle's hull, gently easing us into the next trough. Our desks become tiny vessiles floating with the current in the veins of this building. Ceased by cholesterol we're trapped as the office walls are closing in to collapse. Rest in my arms sweet child and find yourself a dream away from this place, rest your innocent eyes as today fades into tomorrow. Only in sleep & dreams will you find the rest your weary head so baddly needs.