Draining Jitters

It's like needing to sleep a week,

But wanting to run a mile,

And feeling like a whirlwind inside a fog.

It's like needing to stop everything,

But wanting to plow ahead,

And feeling like nothing.

All I can grasp is separation.

All I can do is put one foot forward.

All I can think is how empty I am.

I'm running on empty.

So tired I don't know what to do with myself.

Drained beyond sleep's reach.

I forget this happens,

Although I shouldn't.

It sneaks up on me,

Despite my familiarity with it.

Meeting new people is fun,

But crowds are draining,

And everything becomes a haze.

Just a bit of recharge time,

Just a bit of unbound space,

Just a bit of familiarity,

To bring everything back into focus.