Tired

Tired

Thinking wears you out till
Aging pulls its U-turn:
From school to kids to that terminal job
Soon no one’s left to whom you complain
Not even your wiped-out self

More fun to imagine youth renewed
Vodka, white nights, blue funks
Believing there is a future 
Right when you saw there isn’t one

You fear the past will now catch up
But it runs right through and keeps on sprinting
Your best times ever smaller in the distance
The past never tires and
Imagines a better ending

Just not one written by you