here's the poem for those with laziness to click.. Burnout Tiredness in my eyes, they're heavier than before. Now's the time to test them, if I can remember to, that is. Something about trees that make me tired, relaxed, triggered, and geared. A little melted, but solid. Good to go. Jolt to action. Spring to mind, heat that kills, a passion for you all. But I'm so damn tired.