Everyday I get up and go
Everyday I walk and I run
I’m here I’m there I’m everywhere
I’m always hearing everything of everything
Chitter chatter, laughter, music, everything
From kids screaming to kids crying
I can work it out, though
I can quiet all the noises
But there is a problem:
How can I quiet the mind?
Sometimes at night all I hear is my thoughts
Sometimes I hear my dreams
Which I don’t mind
But sometimes I hear the memories
The bad ones
So vividly and clear
And many, many times
I just hear them all talking at once
A cacophony of sounds from memories
Of things I will never forget
But things that I am grateful of
In a way, I am.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/cacophony/
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