Tired sobs run through my head, nose congested feel like dread.
Tomorrow marks a big day for me, if tomorrow sparks then fire springs.
Yet right now I feel like sighing, so damn tired, so long been trying.
Can’t speak too much of things unsaid, can’t think too much just want my bed.
No more pain in sleep at night, no more turning sleepless nights.
I hope to God I move somewhere, I hope so badly that fruit will bear.
Moving on from living dreams, achieving them is the next best thing.
– Thomas M. Watt