it's as if i couldn't sit still,
or whether it's because i've sat too long.
it felt as if i've been fighting a certain crusade
for what cause i've not sure of
perhaps it's just chasing shadow in the dark.
i've thought of running
spending my last chance on an escape
running to somewhere comfortable,
solitude, relaxing, safe.
temporary gratification.
i've thought of fighting
spending all my energy on defending
rejecting all unwanted changes life brought upon me
for my better cause.
tiring.
i've thought of giving up
going against all that i've stood up for
giving in, accepting and welcoming
whatever that comes to me.
simple regression.
I'm tired.
Tired of the fear i've been fearing
Tired of the wars i've been fighting
Tired of the dreams i've been dreaming
Tired of the runs i've been running
Tired of the searches i've been searching
Tired of the self i'm being.
What is it to be loved in me?
Who is it that would see?
If you could just see what I see
If you could just feel what I feel
If you could just love the way I love,
I would give you everything.
