I’m Retired

I'm tired of thinking outside the box. I like getting boxed in.

I'm tired of giving it my all. I like to keep some of it.

I'm tired of all I said being done. After, it's not, is it really?

I'm tired of the crow and the way it flies. I don't want to go that way.

I'm tired of being sick and tired. I just want to be sick.

I'm tired of the one or the other. I'm just another.

I'm tired of cautious optimism. I want to be recklessly pessimistic.

I'm tired of an abundance of caution. I don't have much left.

I'm tired of being a free spirit. I've captured my spirit.

I'm tired of going all the way. I want to stop some of the way.

I'm tired of the fairer sex. Neither is fair.

I'm tired of free and easy, because easy is never free.

I'm tired of the end of the day. At that time, I just want to get past midnight.

I'm tired of the bottom line, because the bottom line isn't.

I'm tired of sticking it out. I'm much too careful with what I stick out.

I'm tired of loving and leaving. I want to stick around.

I'm tired of sticking 'round, because it always involves π in some way.

I'm tired of pie, because it isn't easy as.

I'm tired of cake, because it's not a piece of.

(I'm tired of halving my cake and eating it, two.)

I'm tired of spunk, because I don't got it and don't need it.

I'm tired of can't missing it, because I always am.

I'm tired of me and you. Just you will do.