Tired Mind (Feb 12 2011)


My mind is tired my body numb, sometimes I wonder just how far I've come.
Have I really made any difference at all, or should I rip up the foundation and let it fall.
These quiet dead mornings are murder on my mind, before the sun comes I look into my mind
What I see is a lot of nothing, empty actions and promises that never took wing.

The light of the lamp inside, causes reflections on all that is outside.
The world's still asleep yet I'm awake, left along with my thoughts to bake.
Slowly deeper into my mind I crawl, and higher still build this hardened wall.
Around my heart to keep all back, always expecting a sneak attack.

I do not have a clue where these thoughts will go, sometimes filled so much with woe.
The world awakes as the sun lifts up, time to get that morning cup.
Caffeine jolts upon the brain, and brings an end to this pain.
Once more to the world I blunder, smile upon my face yet heart asunder.

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It's never good when I have too much time to think...

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