Tired Poem by Ted Steger

I'm tired,
So goddamn tired,
I need my rest, my eight hours,
I need to escape from these false smiling faces,
with secrets to hide.
Disguising themselves,
With carefully built facades,
Carefully crafted masks,
To hide behind.

I swear it's gonna kill me,
How I've ran out of Love for the random man I see,
Head bowed, but determined,
How I wish to love him again.

Or how it is only now,
Surrounded by my closest friends,
That I understand the true meaning of loneliness,
It is losing yourself,
The things no amount of people can replace.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired,
Of waiting and waiting,
and waiting for something to come along.
Of letting it slip through my fingers time and time again!

Oh Regret, sweet mistress,
How I've met you many times in the dead of the night,
Half-ashamed we meet again.

But Now is the time!
I am the Craftsman of Destiny!
Happiness is as much of a choice,
As any you make,
And every person sits, awaiting only kindness and infinite love,

It is too easy to hate,
It is too easy not to look for the beauty,
To accept only the ugly.
Trust me, I have been there,
Trapped there,
Died there,
It is not worth your time. So Go!
GO!
GO NOW!
Look out of your window, see the sun?
Chase it.
Reap the joys that the Earth Moon and Sun have sowed for you.