And the answer is, no.

   
   
   
   
I am actually so tired.  
Of being asked to come out.    
Being asked if i've eaten today.    
When my next relief shift is.    
Have I jot working dates down    
on a calendar. Do I want to do this.    
Do I want to do that. What am I up to.    
Being called up asking where I am.    
People forgetting I said I won't be    
home. Calling in a panic when I    
explained the aforementioned    
in a text message hours ago.    
People constantly baying    
for undivided attention.  
sorry I don't wanna  
hear it right now.  
An iron mask clamping    
back down on my face.  
No space to create. Little    
space to daydream and  
catch the bigger ideas.  
A lack of abstract.  
Seriously just fuck  
outta here and    
then onwards  
   
cause soon, being    
tired of breathing    
won't come as a    
surprise either.