Exhaustion Moment

It's not the bottom of sleepy hollow
rather the beginning of tired bark
tree vision blurs at sunset 
on the onset of the dark

being mellow was an option
the end of day had made its mind up
feeling faded from my face
as I began to lose my grace

rhythm mixtures cocktail drinking
beer and dinner falsely sinking
had we had enough to eat
more and more and more repeat

weather once all had been said
boundary colors are red
don't you cross without me too
foxes run cross fielding true.