Tired.

worn out.

Stuck in daydreams,

so checked out.

It's been like this for months.

and getting worse in bumps and grunts.

the summer heat, it floods my mind

People see me run 

towards the sun

but they don't see

what I’m running from.

I chase one high after another,

picking up the pace to outpace the monster

but when dusk comes

Technically, I’m an immigrant;  

I wasn't born here. 

Technically, I’m too young, 

just shy of a year. 

Technically, I’m inexperienced, 

barely know the rudiments.