tired

I am getting tired.
As a bear hibernates in winter,
So do I want to fall in deep slumber.
As the leaves do fall from the branch,
A person would fall into weary despair.
The stars do flicker in the night,
As does hope glimmer in the distance.
Like the elusive shadow we cannot catch,
Our dreams fleet about the corner.
My feet now ache,
As I trudge through the depths of my thoughts.
I am tired of finding myself at the same destination,
Even after going through different paths.
Planning the route does nothing to soften the inevitable,
Because the start is the end; the end, the start.
I am tired.