My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I’m tired. It’s Monday, and we have a 17-hour drive to Phoenix. Edna couldn’t have been more correct with “First Fig;” the candle is burning at both ends, but it’s for a good reason. I’ll take my tired state in order to play this incredible tour, talk to some wonderful people, and put my life into focus.
How does this poem work for you?