noise selection

for me
there is no such thing as quiet.
i switch channels all day
replace one with another
in order to fit the mood.
uninterrupted signals
bounce the walls of my brain.
i drown it with selected distractions
as time spins
i master the high pitch
cancel ignore it
let calm suffocate
cells firing on cylinders.
the day opens
i roll the window
intake life and it's disturbances.
at times
music soothes then infuriates.
outside thought
presses to be heard
the world shouts
screams kicks
i press mute
but the internal static
cannot be stopped.
it must be led down the road
and slowly put to sleep.