Tired
I'm so tired...
I want to sleep but I can't sleep.
If I do sleep I wake up
over and
over
again.
Mornings are a struggle,
Nights drag on.
When will I feel alive again?
Trapped in a fog,
My mind wanders but my body is stuck
In this lucid dream.

Let me wake up.
Let me sing and dance and run
Let me expand my horizons and see the world.
My heart is full of endless possibilities 
but there's nowhere to go...
My mind is always busy
while my heart slowly rots away.
And I become a machine;
Slave to this endless cycle
of working to eat 
eating to work.
Where the heart has no food
but the brain is obese
and the body walks in circles

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