I want to run away sometimes,
To find a place filled with bliss,
That can quieten the chaos that delves in me,
I’m sure it’s worth the risk.
But no matter where I go,
The chattering never ends,
It’s my own mind, going on and on,
In a circular argument .
It makes its own problems, worries too much.
It won’t calm down.
How I wish I could just shut it off,
Till I hear no sound.
In that peace, I want to stay for some time.
Before I head back to the noise.
Clear my head and find myself,
Serene, content and poised.