Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Tired

It's too early to be this tired.
Too early in the evening.
Too early in the day, the week.
Too early in the month, the year.
Too early in this life.

Tired of being tired
Tired of being
Tired of
Tired

Tired of a loss
Tired of being at a loss
Tired of of of of the struggle

Just tired

Tired of looking for the solution
Tired of finding it
Tired of it tricking me

Tired of trying to rewire
Tired of trying to grow
Tired of staying the same

I'd rather be tired from riding my bike
But Old Man Winter's too tired from being so cold, and she's in the shop.

I'd rather be tired from running too far
But I'm too tired of making excuses not to go

I'd rather be tired from skiing too long
But Old Man Winter's too tired to make enough snow

Is it time to journey on?
To where?
What could be next?
Is there a next?

Or is there just more tired.

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