The red string has snapped at last.
My boat is docked safe in harbor now.
Rubbing my slate clean mind-numbingly slow;
Looking with eyes of stone on the setting sun,
Wondering when the next storm is about to come.
There have been too many things to deal with lately.
A crazy crazy time, life’s been a turbulent sea.
My head is speaking a language I don’t understand.
So I rest safe tethered to the dock now,
And here I shall stay till the noise dies out.