There’s a metropolis of me

Yammering away

Inside my head

And they never shut up

Its a cosmopolitan crowd you see

That just keeps

Hammering away

“Go here, do this, think that”

It wears you down sometimes

Until you give in to the worst

In a sudden cloudburst

Of panic, anxiety, and poor rhymes;

But I’m still in there

That solitary calm, man

Whose words are as the rain

Soothing away the pain

Reminding me

That I must give myself grace

I brought myself here

And there is goodness in this place

For i have carved myself a space

From the granite that did encase

Now a shelter for the ones I love

Listen –

They quiet, they quiet

As though a lullaby has played

Leaving me glad in silence

That I and me and we have stayed.