Tired.

I'm just tired.
Exhausted really.
Papers piling on top of papers to caress the ceilings.
They need to be sorted, filled in, and written.
I am the one who must complete them.
Gloom and doom trail behind me like quiet friends that become forceful when they speak.
Time management makes me want to break each and every clock I come across.
I am sick of being up against the wall.
I am tired of being under the gun.
Will someone lend me a hammer to crack the plaster or break the trigger finger?
Will anyone lend me a hand or some resolve?
I wish I had that old time American gumption, but I have the Generation X desire to waste away between couch cusions.
Something needs to happen.
Anything needs to change.

I need to find some motivation.