these days

these days

silence is my friend

you and me together

what a peaceful band

quiet now

just listen

to the gentle hissing

of the universe

these days

sometimes

even music is too much

for my distressed being

will you shut up

everyone

cut that noise - please tell me

where is all the stillness gone?

I don’t need no more distraction

so much going on within

what it lacks is concentration

and a bit of dim

time - my precious darling

where have you been heading to?

wrap me please that I can rest

on your lovely squashy chest

crazy times of no return

are we loosing us?

“I can’t breathe”

is what I weep

yet who will listen

anyway...

these days

are not made for me

may you visit me

oneday

ask for “lunatic asylum”

right away!