Sleep Through the Static

Oh, what I wouldn’t give to channel out this mess,
For a moments peace and quiet from my head.
All a buzz with thoughts and discussion,
like static that one can never really tune out.

Now is not the time for introspection, now is not the time to go deep.
Now is the time to turn in for the night and to escape into sleep.

The chatter continues. The white noise remains.
And in the wee wee hours stranger thoughts come,
Resonating through the dissonance – ringing just like a bell,
Musings that we agree with ourselves to remember in the morning,
Yet we awake and forget to tell.

Through the night I sit in closest confessional with myself,
Soon I will shut the signal down,
Because if I can’t distract myself I know,
That the show is destined to be a repeat tomorrow.

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