Some days I'm just too tired.

Living takes energy. Some days I have to endure--living is beyond my reach. Some days I just try to soak up the energy to live. Some days I just try to store up the resources to make a mark, to seek out a truth, or to run in the race. I do have some ideas that need to be exploed, but I don't think I can think them through. I can't seem to get a grip or exert any pressure. There is no place to make the ideas line up for inspection. I want to string them on a chain, to put them in order, but they run in circles and leave me stranded without any pattern or order. Some days I'm just too tired.