Cloudy

I remember when I thought I could finish and be things.
Lately I'm just tired all the time. The magic is gone from the words.
I grow petty and pettier, breaking the things I love
because they can't be what my whims desire
in moment by moment flashes. And I try things,
and fail to be anything more or less than a normal human being.
Getting tired. Helping out sometimes. Hurting.