My work is not my life

My work is a way to sustain my life

So what is that life that i'm sustaining?

What makes up my "life"?

 Love is a funny thing

The pealing ring of appeal

the sealing tomb to reveal my darkest self

the pauper entombed to reveal his greatest wealth

But...

I'm tired.
What do you want from me.
What does anyone else want from me.

I am drained - drained of bad, drained of good, nobody will know.

But I'm tired.
But I'm tired.