A wish? To not have either,
My tired eyes, or my tired mind.
Why is it that it’s to others,
That I am most kind.
I would tell them not to worry,
That tomorrow’s another day,
But these are not the things,
That I hear my mind say.
Those things are tired for a reason,
They have their thing to say,
I am trying to listen,
But know I’ve always been this way.
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