Musings of a Busy Mind

I wonder what you hear when I say I’m tired.

I wonder if you think me lazy.

I wonder how many more sentences I can squeeze out while you figure it out.

I wonder how long it will take for you to understand my language.

I wonder… because I really am tired.

I wonder but even this makes me more tired.

I wonder, should I put a stop to all of this already?

I wonder, can I? will I?

The musings of a busy mind running a mile a minute. Begging to be understood while trying to understand.

The musings of a scared mind fill me as I wonder just how many tired people there are in dark rooms tonight. And how many will see the light as it appears from behind the clouds in the morning?

‘It’s the endless cycle of the wounded’ I hear like a whisper on the clouds. A thousand questions fill me as my thoughts return to the busy mind and its musings.

‘It’s the life we’ve been given’ I hear suddenly and realise, the tired, the scared, and all in between will have to win this battle themselves.

I wonder as I drift off, ‘what a sad, sad reality. what a life’

©Ọrẹolúwa Matẹ̀milọ́lá 2021 All Rights Reserved


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