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Jan 2017
I’m tired I told myself
In which sense, I wonder
Physically?
Mentally?
God forbid, emotionally?

A man is not very tired
He is exhausted, very is a lazy term
A man is tired from dreaming
But a man is never tired of dreaming

It takes a lifetime to tire
And no time at all
“So what do you want?” I ponder
“A moment of peace and quiet” I snapped

“From what” the brain argues<br>
“From this mess which is life” the heart explains
Syafiq
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Syafiq  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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