* Randomness alert - Procrastination and a play of rhyming words *
I feel so tired, but I really shouldn't complain,
maybe it isn't me, it must be all the strain.
Blame the pressure that is pushing me through,
painting each day a dark gloomy blue.
I feel so tired, that I can't even think,
but what's the use when I can't catch forty winks.
Sitting alone and quietly staring into space,
Asking myself why am I here in the first place.
I feel so tired, I just want to go to bed,
but I am just curled up here instead.
I yearn for the warmth and comfort,
that comes along with a dark reality.
I feel so tired, I should really go sleep,
but I'm sick of laying still and counting sheep.
I'm afraid of the darkness that is descending,
and the piecing of broken dreams upon waking.
I feel so tired, maybe I will just lie on the floor,
It's not a feeling I haven't felt before.
The cool, calm and dependable surface,
with emptiness and vastness as a mere preface.
I feel so tired, please don't ask me why.
I will just close my eyes, lie here and cry.
