I'm tired of days where I just laugh,
and sit so still and contemplate,
an inner peace and where it's from.
I always end with the same refrain.
How I can see with endless clarity:
they're nothing but guests in my reality.
But then this thought can drown me,
breed recklessness, not rationality.
So having peaked an immortal mountain,
and taken a while at dizzying heights,
I stop to look down at the road not taken,
and see before me the phase I begin.
From the other side on the hard road down,
the summit was ephemeral, I naive,
and the whole thing a pattern,
just another routine.
I'm tired of an utter lack of hope,
a nonexistence, a complete retraction.
I'm sick
of endless ups and downs,
Being battered forth,
and carried back again,
amongst the arms of no control.
I am right now in the terrible deep.
I'm so very tired of everything.
Yet still I cannot sleep.