I wake to a new day,
To walk and toil away,
Work and chores I must do,
My duty I will do.
Day to day, a routine,
Every now and then there will be change,
But still, I must move,
My responsibility I will fulfill.
However, deep down I grew weary,
Tedious it was to act continuously,
Yet I know I must work,
I know I will definitely act.
I do rest and eat well,
My body is a fine well cared temple,
But I must admit, my mind and soul fatigued,
Through the flow life my being will be spent.
I crave not a long sleep,
Nor an extravagant experience,
I know I must want more, not only time for myself,
But a space, a place for me, for the respite I will need.
