Tired

Tired in a world so busy and energetic

I can’t put a finger on a moment specific

Tired each day as if I was broken and sore,

Never a moment to be quiet for that time is no more,

Tired of the noisy places that surround me,

Those days I was able to lie back relaxed and free,

Tired of daily routines that seem to bind my time,

Young, vibrant, full of energy when I was in my prime,

Tired where my mind has aged faster than a day,

I run out of time and very little space to play,

Tired of responsibility thrust upon my body,

When I used to dance, sing and could act to nobody,

Tired of rules, labels and ways to act,

At times feeling old, sad, and with no tact,

Tired of people always around my space,

Trying to always find peace and a hiding place,

Tired of not being in control of my perpetuity,

While living my life to be able to survive immunity.

Tired of being used by the world that surrounds us,

To be left alone in my mind is real and just,

Tired of emotions, feelings and loss,

I just want to be rich, wealthy and my own boss.