I don’t know
Where this fatigue comes from.
Is it the food I eat,
Or the air I breathe,
Or the lack of sleep,
Or simple exhaustion?
Maybe it’s the things I hear,
The people I talk to,
The books I read,
The places I go.

I feel like an IRS agent,
With all the taxes
On my system.
But I can’t quit my job,
I just have to hope
For a promotion,
For something better.