Tired

Dreams changed, but it used to be much simpler.

It was first to pilot, then to teach and then,

when my political sensibilities got awoken, to be a journalist.

But now, it's all just a mess

Maybe I should have never uncovered the repressive lid.

Now, I'm just tired,

tired of the fighting and masking.

Knowing is supposed to empower,

but here, it presents a choice to give up Eternity for the moment.

My mind has morphed into a being I don't even recognise...

Is this it?