Transient

It's hard to tell the time. It's hard to tell where every year disappears. It's hard to tell the day And the season I'm existing in. Age brings a nonchalance That we mistook as teens for Uncool in the adults we knew then. The tired we feel is Not the lack of vitamin D.
It's a weariness wrought upon us By patriarchy and inequality, Fatigue caused by time and money, how much we've had of both And how much more we need.