For the lack of a better word..The feeling of tiredness...like waking up after a 12 hour long sleep and yet still yawn the whole day, seeing the white part of the rubberband after stretching to its maximum...Circumstances compels you to let go of everything and smash them...where is the joy?

Its like poems that dont Rhyme,
sugar that tastes like Lime.
age without Time,
Branches without the Vine.