Self And Silence - trustfall

When I head to bed. Late in the day. To stave off the silence. I’ll do anything.

I’ll put on a podcast. Where nothing’s new. Just for some company. To see the night through.

I’ll put on some music. Can’t be too catchy. Tomorrow’s buggered, if sleep doesn’t happen.

I’ll try meditation, to drown out my thoughts. Set out to slumber. Slow down to pause.

I’ll light up a spliff, smoky and lazy. Try not to think, start to feel hazy.

That’s rarely enough. Barely the minimum. Seems that my body is craving some cinema.

Oh, now some food. Even some liquid. Next thing I know, something has shifted.

I’m up and about, raring to party. Now the light’s on. The evening’s just started.

It’s crazy, at lunch, i’d have killed for some snoozing, All the commotion my soul must find soothing.

During my meetings my naps would be epic. Someone presenting is such anaesthetic.

Yet now in bed, all comfy and warm. Where getting drowsy, is often the norm.

I must face the silence, no diversions or games. The self I’m avoiding, is there anyway.