f I sit in thought
And who am I
To have such thoughts
That keep me restless in my bed
I wish to sleep,
To escape the images
A dream too sweet
Too kind to be reality
A force of unknown significance
I need to get away
Running will not solve it
And yet it could distract enough
To be in a right mind
For a day or two
To rest, to be calm and collected
To forget about you
Who would stop to notice?
Would the gong pass between their ears,
Hang in the air completely unnoticed
With nowhere to travel?
Would it be carried off
Into the symphony that is the world?
