January 26, 2012.


Dragging feet,

and limp arms.

Droopy eyes with rings.

Slow, monotonous movements.

No life left, at all.

Moving forward

Day to day

Nothing left but a schedule

And bloody feet that follow a voice

A voice forcing the feet to not stop.

But inside the body begs.

Rest, rest, rest.

The voice says no.

Please, please, please

No, not for you.

No goal

No motive

No ambition

No hope

Rest, rest, rest

The body needs it.

Time, to fix what is broken

To heal the hopeless and find a goal.

Exhaustion: All I need is a little rest

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