I need a break from
my mind
From those thoughts
that rise up like magic tricks
Bursting into a
million pieces
Before I can trace
their roots.
I need to break out
of this cycle
Of trying to figure
out why
And then the why of
that why
And then the why of
that why of that why
The made up becauses
It doesn't matter it
doesn't matter it doesn't matt-
But it does.
It's not real it's
not real it's not re-
But it is.
I need a switch that
I could flick
every time the voice
refuses to silence.
