I Will Not Be Tired

Tired of finding dust In the space you left behind Tired of wondering why We wasted all that time Tired of weary silence Every mile of every ride Tired of facing curves Without a warning sign I have stopped to rest In the dream that I acquired When I choose to leave I will not be tired Tired of waking up To a morning that’s still dark Tired of going nowhere After too many pointless starts Tired of getting texts From someone else’s phone Tired of boarding airplanes Then flying out alone I have stopped to rest In the faith that I required When I decide to leave I will not be tired Night surrenders first Then becomes another day Everything goes quiet Everyone goes away Memories of the broken Hang like smoke near the flame Everything feels hopeless Everyone feels pain Tired of gold and diamonds Required to play the game Tired of paying extra For the glory of a name Tired of signs we used To excuse our tangled ways Tired of angry nights And every wasted day I have stopped to rest In the trust that I desired When I rise to leave I will not be tired