Getting tired
Is part of the cycle
It comes with seasons
And I’m in the title …

Life they call it
It comes and goes
And if you are living
You surely know-

All is short
And often repeated
History you know
Reveals the cheated…

Until you erase
Worst to best-
Confusion takes over
All of the west…

But direction
Is what many seek
Despite the loss
Gone are the weak…

To a month
Or years strong
It’s always a matter
From short to long…

But it goes
No matter if you’re here
Life moves on
No matter pause or tears. . .

So live!
Before to you -it too late. . .
The machine turns
Regardless your wait.