At the end of the day, I take a detour.

I’m tired, I’m tired; I’m so,

So tired of waiting. Of time

Passing by like the cold wind

Of a winter storm. My whole being shakes

With the chatter of my teeth,

Like a bobble head on a run-down road.

 

I can’t think straight. Not like this. If

I close my eyes it all moves. I cannot rest:

Warmth can only do so much. I want but

Am too tired to sleep. Just a bit too tired.

 

At the edge: I stand so,

So tired. Lit by the cold city lights

That move around like fireflies.

I know a deep sleep awaits

It’s right there, just right there

A deep sigh calms the ache in my throat

Just over the edge then I can sleep

 

I turn, the city sounds sinking behind me

 Only at home may I lay down. Just tired oh,

So very tired.