To My Tired Soul

Robert Frost had miles before he could go to sleep,

I wonder if the same

is true for me.

But it has been ages

I have been walking

Back and forth,

And through myself.

My shoulders are tired,

Carrying my hope,

Through deserts with mirage of dreams,

Shifting everytime I'm near.

This body is a wreckage,

Of destruction and wisdom,

Just as my sixteen years old

Self had pined for.

But sixteen years olds

Are naive.

They see destiny in their hands

And believe they can change those lines.

What they do not know

Is you cannot change a thing,

But everything that's within.

Every single time

You crossed the dust storm,

Your soul tore itself open

To engrain the particles in your core

And you thought

You deflected the storm!!!

Your core is so heavy

Of all the particles from the Universe

It has collected.

Too magnificent, too enormous

For your tiny, ravished body to carry.

So even though

You have miles before you can sleep

Rest dear soul,

Nourish the wisdom into your bones.

'Cause tomorrow

We wake up again

And we walk some more.