Copelessness

What am I doing? Why am I tired?
What am I thinking? Am I a liar?
Will I die soon? Why do I hope?
Listen for the wind; Can I still cope

Stop, there's nothing going on
Stop, my ride is falling bound
Stop, my train has left, it's gone
Stop, I'm getting closer to the ground

I'm falling far - I've too much to think
Am I myself? I'm on the brink
Well, I can hope - I've nothing left
Answer the breeze - I'm only bereft

I'm searching for something
I can raise to climb a kind
I'll wave it down after all
Maybe I wasn't too tall