Tired #DetailsOf#lifeUnnoticed What does a day hold? What does the month await? How about the year? What does it possess That I work my days for? The nights I watched become An arising dawn, The days I let pass With plans prioritized. So much seconds and minutes I question the existence of, So much unknown time That slipped through the cracks My #life is full of, Only knowing - no - HOPING That the end of "time" Is what I perceive to be And the work and wasted breaths Of purpose-less purpose Could only rely on the hope That time will soon pay it off. Till then, I will gaze at the sun and the moon Bidding its greetings and farewells. I will continue to work For the supposedly better future, For the better future hoped. And I will work on, Still tired as hell.
