Noise in my head,

Noise all shharound.

All of little chaotic sounds

The noise you omit

The noise you won’t contain

I really wish you would learn to refrain…

I need to have quiet, have some space in my head…

Can’t you just stop?

With every little thing that you’ve said…

To tell me you’re looking for your wallet, your mind and your keys,

And you wander about and mutter, to me…

It is constant, incessant, I think you’re compelled. I want to run to Belize, Alaska or off to the Hills.

Run away run away as fast as I can.

Will you please Shhh!!!  I’m chasing my muse and I cannot hear Them…    “


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