Thought Vacations

White noise, curiously amusing,
In chaos, we find laughter steeping,
Giggles rise from randomness,
Yet, meaning stirs within the mess.

As sense emerges from the haze,
The laughter caught in a daze,
No longer random, the noise speaks,
A truth concealed in static’s peaks.

“What brings laughter to your ears?”
A poem born from the chaos, it appears,
Were it not for sanity’s embrace,
Tears might replace the smile on your face.

Can you hear the noise persist,
In the background, as if to insist,
A tale from the cacophony’s heart,
Begging to be heard, a true work of art.

No longer a door away

we have our little worries

about the other day

we say our little sorries

it only shows we care

& we will be there

for the bigger worrys

and the bigger sorrys