Tired feet
From hours of dancing
Sore eyes
His nights spent reading
Quick hands
Short time for typing
Bitten nails
Long day of stressing

Tired mind
From years of thinking
Sore throat
Nights of drinking
Quick lips
Small talk while smoking
****** nose
Bad decisions he’s making

Tired hours
He finds boring
Sore nights
Hearts are breaking
Quick days
A blink and their passing
Bottled time
With friends dreaming