Tired Poem by Madrason .
Tired
Tired
This is the crossroad
on which I am a toad
waiting for the rain
to soothe a burning pain.
This life is too demanding,
the obvious is branding
your way of life
if you don't strive.
I'm holding no grudge
for who am I to judge
the ones who stole away
identities per day.
This is the crossroad
on which I am a toad
waiting for the rain
to soothe a burning pain
Madrason 30-04-2009
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