The worries flow rapid fire like a broken slide show, so

it’s nice to be able to close my eyes and let it take me.

These tendrils of sound weave into my thoughts and

wrap around my mind.

They squeeze tighter and tighter until

the flow of thoughts is cut off.

All of my senses are numbed as I listen.

It pulls me down deep, where I think less.

And when I’m not thinking too hard,

my problems aren’t so bad after all.