I’m so tired.
The kids are screaming.
My parents are screaming.
I’ve been screaming.
I’m so tired.
My boss has been screaming.
We have to do more with less and even if
rates can’t go negative my interest has.
I’m so tired.
I know running the creative engine will make
me feel better but there’s not enough
gas in the tank to make the van go.
I’m so tired.
The red queen is screaming
her head off and I’d rather do the same
than keep running just to stay in place.
I’m so tired
that I might just
shut
down.
For the fever to pass I will have to rest –
pause the march, to try to recover my health.
It may not work, but I have to try,
I might only slow decay, or I might stand again.