The hats that look at you

I am lost, within me, I lost my head's catalog, and I no longer know how to deal with all this confusion, I end up like echo frequencies, my chance of survival is on its way to disappearing, and I no longer have the strength to finish what remains for me, I can no longer stop, I do not want to know what is in the basement of life for me. To stop, that is what I seek. Here I am surrendering, oh wood of my eternal comfort, come, take me to you, I am yours now, entirely yours.