4 am and the cable's out.
Dead eye stare sits stationed silent still just on the white noise.
Why is it so hard to think straight with a clouded mind?
The hum of radiators always drowning out the windchimes.
But sometimes it's just nice to decompress.
There are times where I sit stagnant and,
Contemplate the rest that i've been,
Putting off for hours every night for nearly years now.
Now's as good a time as any to give up and put the beer down.
Believe me if I knew an easier way to put up with myself,
I'd follow through and make a change and give up my self-doubt.
But without any help, from anyone too keen to offer,
I don't need another shrink or any more despondent doctors.
Believe me if I knew an easier way to get it out,
I wouldn't force your lonely ears to bite this so called bait about.
But no one really seems concerned enough to force their way into your ears,
And so I sit among this white noise and pass my very years.
I wish there was a world where dollars bills weren't paramount,
Because my happiness can't grow like digits in a bank account,
And I swear tried it your way far too many times before,
I swore I'd fix myself yet here I am awake on tile floors.
I tore apart so many poems that I'd never got to read.
I resent myself for every night I'm stuck behind a screen.
I swear it's not the lack of rest that I've been putting off,
It's oversaturation, far too full of food for thought.
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