Life

Fatigue’s in the air.

I wish I were unaware.

Avoid the glare of its eyes.

It’s subtle, but I do try

To catch the fleeting breaths,

For the winds have left me dry,

Gasping,

In desperate need.

Chasing the fleeting embers of life

Until I’m left cold

Only to be warmed by rest—

Though, rest, in this world

Comes with death;

And for me, death is lame.

Why wait when that’s all we do?

Though fatigued, cold,

I work toillessly

Chasing the winds.