If I were to listen to music, I
would choose the whisper of silence
on a rainy night.
I wouldn’t wanna sing, for
words tend to bind my thoughts
in a boundary I fail to escape.
I wouldn’t wanna dance, for
my heart will be at turmoil
with all the action on the floor.
If I were to decide what to do
where to go, whom to see.
I would choose nothing-nowhere-none
I would entertain a dash of morphine,
some more drugs to keep my brain at bay,
let my emotions to die and
to fall in a slumber from which
I wouldn’t ever need to wake up.