I got tired.
Although I don't give up, I do get tired.
Although I get tired, I don't stop.
Although I want to stop, I can't.
Simply because hope seems to love having my permanent attention.
I got tired.
Yes and I still am.
But I simply can't stop thinking of the "what If am that change?"
"What if my dream actually helps someone?"
"What if?"
So I got tired.
More than usual.
YOU ARE READING
In my head
PoetryI hope it helps at least one person find something to get a better understanding of the situation the are in. it's not a story btw, it's just words that go around in my head that I decided to write down.
