Got It Made?

I'm so exhausted
of only being half way there.
I'm so tired
of forgetting how to care.
I'm far too busy,
to believe in
what is nearly here.
I'm so damn tired
of the bullshit that surrounds me.
I'm too damn waisted
to know what's really there.
And you know
sometimes I don't even care.
Most the time
I know I've got it made,
I just need to learn
how to open up my eyes.
I only have to learn
what's really fair.
It's all around me
the fools and distractions.
I only have to look
and there it's in the mirror.