Drifting Into Pessimistical Sleep

I am slowly drifting into sleep, drifting into pessimism and into war.
The great war with myself which has never been before.

The movement of continents is conquering my mind and soul.
Trying to recognize the role of these continents and my personal role.

What is it? Reincarnation or may be breaking of life and death at all?
Trying to dismiss hesitations and follow Not-Being call.

I am being benighted.
I'll never be enlighted.

Schlaff in allem...