Tired

Can I get any more tired
Of being sick and tired?

Why do I keep drinking from the same well
Knowing good and well
That it's gonna taste stale?

This unnecessary aftertaste
Should be Heineken chased
And give me a change of pace.
Like Pepsi
I need a new taste.

Fresh water giving me sweet life
And flowing in the opposite direction
Of recurring grief and strife.

Will I get to switch the bouquet
From dandelions to roses
Just as night switches to day-
The end of which no one knows?

I believe in more than one kind of fresh air.
Air devoid of oxygen
But satisfying and rare.

I believe in night lights other than the stars
Guiding me through night and day.
Even through my walls their light reaches very far.

I often dream of walking through brand new forests
Like an ant traversing huge golf courses
And the moss gets greener and greener
And my sense of destiny grows keener and keener.

Far different from the looping expressway
Of doing the same thing everyday...

And not getting anywhere
Surrounded by mutual transients that just wont care....

Quorizzzzzzzma