I’m tired, tired
Of staring through one pair of saxe blue
Seeing only lukewarm winds
And faint flakes of glittering glow
I’m tired, tired
Of seeing the same fake limbs flailing
As dawn turns to dusk
On yet another arduous unadventurous
Day
I’m tired, tired
Of putting one foot ahead of the other
Foot, feet, a measurement of yet another
Failed attempt
I’m tired, tired
Of staring through a single pair of saxe blue
Seeing lukewarm winds pulling through
The faint flakes — the glittering glows
Of Christmas
