Tired

Slow movements, faded skies,
My brain lumbers through and I don't know why
All the colors have seemed to have gone away,
And have tinted tomorrow the color of today.

As all life seems to spin as one,
weary and worn in the light of the sun,
as if it's a struggle to merely stay awake,
Cumbersome the load that we have to take. 

 As I sit and ponder I long for the day,
when the grey mist we live in will all pass away,
when we can once again long, and once again dream,
that life will become more than it seems,
for what we dream seems to all pass away,
faded asleep in the light of the day.