On Wanting to Write Profound Things But Being Too Tired

So many thoughts
Swirl around
In my head
To write about
Like birds circling
But refusing to land
Amid the mist
That scatters
The moment
I reach out my hand
To grasp it
To ensnare them
In black and white
On a page
Bridging
From my mind
To yours
To encourage
To challenge
To share
My journey
My heart
But I
Am
Tired