tune-out
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 that gives, and we always
rely on it to come, to rear its ambivalent head
at any moment, so when things get stagnant,
I welcome the force, the flow, the movement,
when most things get mired in bullshit,
I know the shifts are coming…
but what can I do now to be ready for it?
because I still feel woefully unprepared
I don’t know how to brace myself for anything
I don’t know what I’m talking about half the time
so maybe you should tune me out for a while
until all this shit gets a little better
Franco Amati 2024
