Tired

Do not know why.
Today I am not feeling well.
From very early to quite late in the office,
Thousands of words dance in my head.
I'm too one of the persons producing those dancing words.

Where is serenity?
Where is silent?
Where is that good feeling?
Probably, I am well too prepared in diving this busy-ness.
Probably, I long forget those lonely nights.
O goodness, please fill this frozen heart with your very good.