The dissonant din of my daily life
is drowning away my dreamlike daze,
piercing my pondering with a knife
which twists and turns with every chattered craze.
All these voices ring like morning alarms
which cause a cacophonous constant buzz,
loudly assuring that it never harms
whilst my claustrophobic mind tells me it does.
So I try to retreat to my dreamy shell
where I can only hear the beat of my thoughts
but they're always interrupted by that bell
that shrilly cries out some meaningless quotes.
And someday I'll die and all chaos will cease
and then perhaps I'll finally find peace.