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Tired Of Life Oftentimes I find that I’m tired of life It has grown stale like old bread grown dull like a used knife and I don’t know what to do I’m rushing in my life but I feel like I’m going nowhere like a car speeding down a highway that has no destination How many nights I have stayed awake crying until I could no longer? The number must be countless Those nights are only too familiar to me now What’s the sense? The pain I’m feeling never goes away It haunts me like a childhood fear and never releases the hold on me And whenever there seems to be a time when I haven’t a trouble it’s there And it always finds the way back to me The agony is indescribable and I don’t know what to do Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.