Tonight I'm breaking a golden rule
A promise I've kept for years.
I don't take it lightly but, without,
I'm likely to end up in tears
I tried to have a "normal night",
Make my bed, crochet, read the news.
I got so disjointed by the latter
I couldn't find my muse.
I couldn't see anything I liked about society
It made me sad, and slightly ill in my insides.
The remedy I've decided is to break my rule
In order to look within, where my soul resides.
I've done everything I need to do,
Cooked dinner, walked the dog, put out the bins.
So now it's time for me to be allowed
To a little piece of peace, whilst listening to 'Frou Frou', 'Iron & Wine', and 'The Shins.
I feel a little bit guilty,
If anyone knew I'd feel ashamed.
But I've had a rough week, I'm sick and tired
From both illness and both being blamed.
The accusations of "not being a good friend" this week,
Being unable to find the time to talk.
No not talk. Listen. The "Dear Diary" episodes.
All whilst my face is half-numb, and I hurt just trying to walk.
It's one thing to not ask someone how they are,
It's two to expect to hear all about work and school.
It's three strikes to then be bitter over the matter
For me, just another reason to break this rule.
I don't want to be dried up tonight
Listening to the same problems, all so mundane.
It might be more appealing if reciprocal
And of loveliness... fascinating facts... Love of rain!
I'll probably have a moment's regret later
For breaking this rule of mine...
But the solace I'll get, snuggled in bed, outside wet
Will ultimately be most divine.
I'm checking out from the negative newscasts
From people and media alike.
All it takes now to break my golden rule
Is one accurate, swift fourth strike.
In the time it's taken to write this, I've gotten away from it all.
From the blacknoise (can't call it whitenoise, it's so dark)
I'm blissed out, relaxed, exploring the planet, questioning existence,
All from one well-deserved, rule-breaking, tiny spark!