Tired

Why suffer all the heavy thoughts,
why not drop them all,
have I grown too soft or lazy?
People busy doing their stuff,
hurting their heads,
playing games—is it worth it?
It can’t be helped now.
Once I looked at the foggy meadows,
green mountains, flowing rivers,
and devoured them all.
Now I’m tired to the bones,
and just waiting for the
consequence
of my impertinence.