When I'm run down, I feel the cold more easily
When I'm run down, I tend to get ill
When I'm run down, I overthink things more
When I'm run down, the world seems against me
But sleep doesn't solve it
I never have any issue sleeping
But it's the misalignment with the world
The sense that I'm clashing in my tempo
I'm used to playing my own rhythm
But then it's as a harmony
Whereas now I'm in a dance
Where everyone but me knows the steps
Sometimes I can fix it be being hydrated
Or by taking some true rest
Most times though, I'm a human and not an algorithm
And there's no quick fix - just gradual healing over time
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