Stuck in Ennui

Coward that I am, shall run...
When there is nowhere left to run, I shall fly...
now the sky is all taken, where shall I run?
only sanity remains, constantly ebbing away.

no more reasons left to remain,
dawning cognition promises to liberate,
emotions long left unruffled and pristine,
until evolve it does through lack of restrain.

Mindless and stricken, the gloating of pain,
gentle and caressed you fall in the rain,
until drenched in the ache, you will lay,
morning comes along, your will it will sway.