Block out the noise
Of your internal voice.
She’s talking of things present
And past.
Making plans for your future
That she hopes will hold fast.
As she files your daily info,
Rummaging through old thoughts,
New ideas can begin to flow.
Block it out.
Block out the noise,
The inner chatter.
Stop the flow
Of thoughts that mingle
Like paint on a canvas.
Put on the headphones.
Drown out your inner song.
Drown it out
With someone else’s tune.
Someone else
Who reached for the moon.
Who took their headphones off
And heard the noise;
And listened
To the inner chatter;
The sounds that really matter.
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