My Bones

Aching through my bones,

The fatigue that never ends,

It burns and cools at the same time,

I wonder why I feel this way,

Is it sickness or a longing?

To be different or the same,

To experience life in a different manner,

And pick up the best of the worst of times,

To fold and fly at the right time,

Maybe it is instinct.

Maybe it's fear.

But whatever it is,

I want it gone today.