Tired

You know that moment, when you're soul is tired,

Yet you're wired,

To step out there,

And portray to the world, that there's no wear and tear,

There's always chilli chicken,

Fat free icecream and Riaan, to make you feel brazen,

So you plough along,

With your tired soul and play along,

To the madness of the world,

While all you want to do is lock yourself up in a room and be unheard,

But this mouth of mine,

Makes people feel they're not on cloud nine,

Blunt, loud,

Politically incorrect and uncouth,

Unfortunately, this is me,

I'm caged yet free,

Please note, it's a Monday,

And I'm wishing it's a Sunday,

All my demons are out to play,

I'm not going to stop their play.