I wake to a new day, To walk and toil away, Work and chores I must do, My duty I will do.
Day to day, a routine, Every now and then there will be change, But still, I must move, My responsibility I will fulfill.
However, deep down I grew weary, Tedious it was to act continuously, Yet I know I must work, I know I will definitely act.
I do rest and eat well, My body is a fine well cared temple, But I must admit, my mind and soul fatigued, Through the flow life my being will be spent.
I crave not a long sleep, Nor an extravagant experience, I know I must want more, not only time for myself, But a space, a place for me, for the respite I will need.