Poem

Wishing for an end

March 30, 2026

Sixty minutes in bed
You've been in my head for much longer
One of many,
I wish they'd all stop and leave me be

Why not?

Is there something I've done to deserve this?
Do I need to atone via an obscure ritual excavated from a psychedelic shaman's Instagram?

I wouldn't like it if that was the answer, but I'll do it if it's required
Let me know

Love,
Travis