tune-out

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my thoughts are lost
in the constant chatter
my plans they dissipate
in the cloud of expectations
my patience is waning
my courage is becoming scarce
I’m constantly afraid of losing
touch with the things that make me
me
I’ve forgotten what silence feels like
I’ve given up on the notion of a blank slate…
so what else is there to do at this point?
count on the slow effects of change, I guess…
the only constant in life, the thing that takes
is also the thing…