Tired
Why is it that one comes to be tired so soon
When the end of the day is still so far away?
What happened to the days of old when energy was abound
And all I ever did was play?
At some point I will realize
The problem which I have
But now I choose to hide…and ignore
For I have no clue how it truly paralyzes me
Once, a while ago, I woke up quite refreshed
I had a pleasant day and met new people
They all seemed so happy that I was there
It was a really good day…and then I woke up
Will I ever have another good day,
Will these things happen so soon,
Will I e’er enjoy more peace,
Or will I end my life in ruin?