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!