Tired

Eyes drooping
Head pounding
             thud
                       thud
A relentless anxiety
    to keep digging mud

Shovel in, shovel out
    what's the point 
        of this night out?

Smoke-filled rooms
    and dainty hallways
the corridors of life
    sweep us away

We mustn't forget
    to breathe and pause
because it is in our power
    to change course.