A sigh escaped my lips, A weary soul seeking solace, Because I am damn tired. My bones are heavier as they carry me with fatigue I even exist, Speaking in numbers with a heavy heart. The light at the end of the tunnel, the worries all of them met caused me is yet determined from the view of destiny. However, just a moment of my recovery from fatigue can bring back to life the creative spirits that seemed to have died a thousand others.
