We All Die, In The End

serenity

i need to turn off my phone
forget my deadlines
every friend of mine
everyone who's brought me pain

i need a quiet night by the riverside
with starlight touching my face
a surround sound of brown noise
current creating a silence so loud

i need an hour in the shower
to replenish my wrung-out soul
to steam out my wrinkled exterior
and quench an insatiable thirst

i need a bed that may once
permit i sleep to dawn
a morning to watch the sunrise
instead of the moons retreat