I wake up
Got all my eight hours in
Almost uninterrupted
Only enriched by
Child's sweet smell
A friend's hug
And a waiting for a message
From a lover
But so tired.
Tired of lies
Tired of hurting
Tired of ecstasy
Tired of despair
Tired of dreaming
Planning and scheming
Tired of thinking
talking and meditating
Tired of hoping
Yes even that
Hopes popping like soap bubbles
Tired of always having to make more
Having to be strong
And witty and a grown up.
Tiresome business
This living
With all my heart
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