endless rest but not aware to experience it.
no worries, no heartbreak, but where am i to relish it.
you keep moving towards what goal,
ink to paper, finger to key,
but what is it really?
everyone thinks about death partially,
but some of us are gnawed by it,
when we're so tired -
can't give up but can't give in.
if i look too far in advance,
i don't see an advantage,
i don't see a moment of rest,
i see a cog like the rest.
but really, there is no 'rest.'
it's just us, it's just here what we see.
may writing and reading be a reprieve,
may expressing my mind be received.
i'm tired, tired, tired,
but life has been so much harder for others.
if anything, i'm embarrassed that the weight of a feather
feels like the weight of the world.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
endless rest but not aware to experience it.
no worries, no heartbreak, but where am i to relish it.
you keep moving towards what goal,
ink to paper, finger to key,
but what is it really?
everyone thinks about death partially,
but some of us are gnawed by it,
when we're so tired -
can't give up but can't give in.
if i look too far in advance,
i don't see an advantage,
i don't see a moment of rest,
i see a cog like the rest.
but really, there is no 'rest.'
it's just us, it's just here what we see.
may writing and reading be a reprieve,
may expressing my mind be received.
i'm tired, tired, tired,
but life has been so much harder for others.
if anything, i'm embarrassed that the weight of a feather
feels like the weight of the world.
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