For what it’s worth

For what it’s worth to you
I have only have two moods
and both stem from the same root. The two moods
are passionate, and frightful. The root is
exhaustion. Like the root of a word, but also
the root of a tree, on the tip of my tongue,
or deeper.

Passion and fright! you say,
What an exhausting existence! To go
from one extreme to the other,
so quickly, at the drop
of a hat! You must be exhausted!

Exhaustion is the root,
from which being awake stems.
Take exhaustion away, and what do we
have? Sleep. And I refuse to stay
asleep
while you run around
controlling things.