I tire.

I tire because I am of the dust.
On the dust you trod
thus I become flattened
and everything around me becomes level ground.

But I still tire.

I tire because there are things in this world
that I just don't get.
Some menial things just become too trite
making me not want to listen anymore.

I tire because I do not sleep.

I tire of me.

But there is hope in all of this.
There is a hope that there is a portal
which leads to my salvation.

The question is
do I enter this portal.

I tire of not entering.