the tired place

That vague place

where mind complains

loudly

at the idea

the very idea

of one more decision to be made

one more option to be explored

that place where

eyes

unfocused

gaze at the screen

at little letters 

that some how fail to arrange themselves

into something meaningful

that place where a cloud

hangs over one's head

hazy

fuzzy

making the world seem

just one step away, behind the mist

that place where

arms and legs

are heavy

but not warm

and the ears 

echo with a faint roaring

and its only 8am

tired