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Contemplating life.

Tired

I’m awake, I’m away
I’m confined, I’m astray
I’m a rebel, I obey
When I’m tired.

I’m switched, I’m flipped
I’m down, I’m dipped
I’m quiet, tight lipped
When I’m tired.

I’m lonely, I’m horny
I’m passive, I’m thorny
I’ll listen, so bore me
When I’m tired.

I long for the days where I drift along
Not from fatigue, but from song
Immersed in the warm, sweet scent of life
But then it grips me, and stabs me like a knife.

I’m automatic, I’m robotic
I’m static, postraumatic
I’m erratic, far from ecstatic
When I’m tired

March 28, 2015 Add Comment

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