Through Tired Eyes by: Tori Pehala
Through tired eyes, I see that the sun shines through the curtains.
Through tired eyes, I see the same room every day,
Through tired eyes, I see the same clothes, the same shoes, and the same face in the mirror.
Through my tired eyes, I see everything that I always see,
Through tired eyes, I see the same places,
And see the same thing that happens every other day.
And through my tired eyes, I read,
I read of far off places, and worlds.
I read of better things,
And I wish that my tired eyes can see those places, and be tired no more.