Tired

Three days of fun,
tired me out,
the job is far from done,
but many more to come.
Time has passed slowly,
but yet it has passed fast,
contradictory it may seem,
but truth it is no doubt.
Exhaustion I am faced with now,
but yet I see no rest.
I kinda like it though,
to know that I can work,
that I will reap what I sow.
To push myself,
to prove me wrong,
something good,
warm feeling inside.
Of course I feel tired now,
not long will I last,
before my legs carry me to my bed,
where my head shall seek rest.