I am tired,
Weary for tomorrow’s journey
That has not yet come.

A drought hit me,
Draining the well once refreshed
Replacing with thirst.

Pulling me ahead,
The rope of obligation and responsibility
Keep me moving.

I cannot resist,
Or render myself motionless,
And quit.

My eyes are closed,
But my heart and soul is open,
Ready for something.

A pure purpose,
My soul searches and scans timidly
For a direct path.

It isn’t there,
And I’m foolish to look
I can’t help it.

So I remain tired,
Clinging on to a moment today,
There’s still hope.