Tired of the wind
Tired of erosion
Tired of the lack of completion
Tired of no resolution
Tired of the exhaustion
Tired of the math problem.
Contemplating all that grows in incarceration
No sunshine yet thriving
Hey, mister, can you tell me
What do you know, how do you think, what do you have?
Tired of the dreams
Tired of the weakness
Tired of the noise that never stops
ticking like a timebomb through the day
Tired of the secret life
in which I am stronger, faster, better.
Tired of deficiencies, reminders, and potholes.
I am tired of ice
Tired of the cold
I do not have the time to follow the sun to stay warm
Nor do I have the energy to make the trip.
Time is the great reckoning
I don't know how to negotiate
So I enter the room
making demands like I own the place
with no hope of ever backing it up.
I am tired of annexing what I need to survive
never knowing if I got it right.
Is the paycheck the same if I just let go?
I am tired of the fever dream
the hysterics, the unprecedented antics
that changes with every tick of the second hand.
Facimille, paths not taken, and fiction
Tired of it all.
Just tired.
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