I'm so tired, so exhausted
but I can't stop.
It's feels as though you've completed only a quarter of your own marathon,
the fatigue starts setting in,
you got tired but you can't stop,
you can't give up
'cause you can't give up on yourself - never.
And then you start wondering,
am I that lousy?
The mind is willing but the body is ailing.

Isn't it ironic,
how your physiology works against your psychology
when you're supposed to be a whole person,
not an assembly of conflicting bits.

Even the most tenacious minds find it hard to conquer the limits of physiological fatigue.
Sometimes I wish I have more physical energy.