Fading Light

i feel so tired, burdened by the weight of endless days, i think i have always felt so tired, lost in life's maze. even as a little kid, dreams weighed heavy on my mind, yearning for a quiet place, where solace stays. each step feels heavier, as if wading through deep mud, seeking respite from the storm, where peace conveys. in the silence of the night, exhaustion whispers softly, longing for a fleeting rest, in the gentlest haze. yet through the weariness, a flicker of hope persists, a promise of tranquility, beyond this daze. so i carry on, with weary bones and tired eyes, chasing shadows of reprieve, in life's endless craze.