A lingering tiredness that seeps inside,

My bones and creates a pool,

The unending grind that ground my bones,

The constant doing to meet some needs,

But I'm feeling a quiet despair,

This is not what I'd signed up for,

Not sure that it brings one joy,

But my purpose is not this grind,

It's found on a different plane.

In here I'll do this now,

With a plan to set me free,

Cause this ain't what I signed up for,

But I need to grind to find that path.