I’m tired of the fire
And tired of the pain
I just want to be back
And whole again

I have to learn to make peace
With you in my thoughts

I’ll let you stay there
And we can talk
And be happy and I can imagine
Wonderful things that aren’t true

It would be better if you leave
Though I really wish you wouldn’t

It was like magic
And then it went away

It was like the magic was gone.

Spring birds were singing out of tune
Potatoes were screaming as they burned to death
I was grating carrots
The exhaust fan was whooshing away the smell
Of mustard, curry leaves and urad dal
Priyanka Chopra was killing her third husband

I sat in that deathly still
Silence that all that noise was coming from
And unexpectedly smiled

It’s been three hours now
And I’m still happy.

I fear I will say less and less
Though I there is more
Than ever before of what I want to say

I fear I am
Not putting away childish things

I fear I don’t want to
And I fear that they will keep
Haunting me

I fear the night
And the birds that seem now
To be going to bed

I am not sleepy
I am burning
And I am bleeding

I am neither
All I am is the king of drama

And I want to put the drama away

Let’s write about the flowers
Let’s write about the hair
Let’s write about the birds
Let’s write about the smile

Let’s write about the depth
Let’s write about the mystery
Let’s write about the fire
Let’s write about the pain

Let’s write and not tell anyone
Let’s write like kids
Let’s write with no edits

Let’s write
Let’s write the light away.

So today I stirred with
A vigour I didn’t know I had

They twirled around the fork
Ramen of the Orient
And they hypnotized me

I paused for a moment
As I laughed at myself

Then stirred again

The bluebird stops singing
Bukowski stops talking

Traffic is the only sound
Your breath the only movement

As you write this
Other stuff starts happening
Crows and phones
Chats and cops

But you want it to stop

You want to go back to the silence
And stay there

-Daft