Just feel tired and burn out right now.

As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun-
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky-
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun! 

Langston Hughes

What I've been feeling these past few weeks.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Jalaluddin Rumi

Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people,
Whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms,
Your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
And so break yourself apart,
You will be broken open by death,
When it's too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow.
The tree puts out fresh roots and makes them green,
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?