I'm tired, of running
behind things that
never stopped.
I'm sick, of looking
for things that
never existed.
I'm sick and tired,
of people who don't care.
I'm exhausted, longing
for peace, love, purpose
and happiness.
I'm done, chasing my dreams.
I'm drowning,
searching for my soul,
I'm dying,
of living this life.
Maybe I should quit.
Quit searching for things,
and let them find me.

- Bhuvanmohanan