tired

listen to the sound of clocks at 3am,
with the laze they turn
and the hope they move with
chasing time

that watchman who is checking his wrist watch
has been tired all his life
of the irregular shifts and
never ending necessities

those yawns
sorry, erase that
those silent screams
of the stray dogs and the homeless
who hope for a fancy meal some day

the rich are tired of being rich
and now long for a struggle
and the poor, of being poor
who has always longed for a comfort

people are tired of people
maybe that's why they rage a war
time and again
to be raw again, to be an animal
maybe that's where we belong
between blood, gunfire and screams

people are tired of the chaos
and chaos is tired of the silence

and ideas, being silenced by their own voice

amidst all this,
an artists, brewing coffee at 3am
is tired of what goes inside his chest
and never leaves
of the fact how people are translating each other
and no one actually creating anything,
of all that has happened
and now longs for some ink. - tired // m. sandhu