I’m tired.
Tired of hurting
tired of pretending
tired of hoping and praying
tired of being tired
tired of biting my tongue
tired of swallowing my words
Tired of living my life like a Sam Cooke song:
“It’s been too hard livin’, but I’m afraid to die;
cause I don’t know what’s up there beyond the sky.
It’s been a looong, long time comin’
but I know a change gon’ come. Oh yes it will.”
Oh no, it won’t.
A change gon’ come
is the lie that made me lazy.
I’m tired of excuses.
And I am not afraid to die.
I’m afraid for my dreams,
afraid they might die
before they live and
I’m tired of being afraid.
