How deafening the morning silence
punctuated by the clatter of make-up drawer,
drier blast and vigorous brushing of hair.
I bury my head in the radio
as far as it will go,
absorbing the stale scent on the pillow

of a sweaty, restless sleep;
recall my dreams and nightmares,
clinging to a nether world
somewhere between the dark comfort of night
and the bright glaring brutality of the day,
wanting it all to just go away.

Set all things aside for one moment,
Clear your space and empty your mind,
Free your thought of the debris of memories,
Set all things aside

And breathe in deeply the peace and the silence,
The sound of calm water drifts on the air,
Unshackle the chains of the day that restrain you
- Rest awhile and repair.

It's come to my attention
That the **** has hit the fan.
I should've seen it coming
When everyone else ran.

Now I'm in the thick of it,
This mess that isn't mine.
I'm so slow on the uptake,
It happens every time.