I am tired but I don’t know why
Even when I try to figure out why
I find myself getting tired of the try
I just sit and watch hoping time will fly
And that this generation will just pass by
I am daily fed with what does not satisfy
The music, the movies, and the celebrity style
The news, the novels, and all the preaching seem awry
Yes, I feel all these and the deceptions therein should all die
Perchance, I might find a tabula rasa to write again. Sigh!
I certainly feel I want to cry
Because I want something new to buy
I do not doubt that I am probably a troubled guy
But my trouble is getting overwhelming or should I lie
That everything everywhere irritates me that I can’t deny?