This heart of mine is tired
Of the bleakness of every day
Of the pain in its veins
Of the constant beating
This brain of mine is tired
Of thinking
Of the flaws
Of the responsibilities
This body of mine is tired
Of moving
Of the heaviness
Of the aches and pains
I am tired of the constant demands of the day
Tired of the morning light and the singing birds
Tired of it all
