Endless Chatter

Do deaf people hear their thoughts in words? Do blind folks dream in color? Do desert dwellers dream of rain and Eskimos of Summer? If they're no cobs, who makes their webs? What keeps huge ships afloat? And don't you find it creepy, too the sideways eyes of goats? I'm sick of listening to myself! That voice inside my head, incessantly rehashing the buried and the dead. How do people meditate and silence all their thoughts, while mine's in constant chaos, fighting battles long since lost. I pray for peace and quiet, but the talking just goes on and sometimes throws in pictures like a slide show all gone wrong. I fear that even death won't stop it and I will not be free, bodyless but chattering into eternity. That would be Hell to be alone with ME for company, with nothing to distract my mind like books or a TV. No wonder people turn to drugs, maybe that stops all the noise, but one can't stay drugged up constantly, can't survive in such a void. I long for sleep.