I am tired

a strange course of events,
when you find yourself spiraling
around and around ...
over and over again
wondering will it never cease
True North never be found?
I awake with determination,
with passion
burst into the day
to discover, to accomplish
I drift
Lost ...
Bored ... 
Aimless ...
I end 
Exhausted ...
Discouraged ...
Sad ...
determined to turn the tide,
willing to make that difference,
whips cracking from behind ...
the arm holding them mine!
my only sense 
my only comfort
doodles on an empty page
thoughts turned into something more ...
A product
A result
A something to call my own
A sense of accomplishment
a degree of peace whilst I slumber!