Oh weary me

When in memories of darkness all I see is oh weary me
Resting on the misery,
Just look at me:
Tired — fatigued — you’ve got it, exhausted.
The air is heavy and I am weak.

When above the memories in brightness all I see is oh weary me
Chilling on the misery,
Just look at me:
Idle — lounged — you’ve got it, relaxed.
The air is featherweight and I am strong.

Tomos James