Downstairs I can hear the deep voice of a sweet southern twang
Convincing people to relinquish their souls and give over control to
A nonexistent sense of peace.
And yes, right now amongst the relentless storms of social woes
And grim decisions and strange
Moments of despair,
I could use relief.
Oh and the pastor made a “funny” joke to the congregation.
Laughter comes from the flat screen up the stairs through my open door.
I refuse to find my path that way, I am remembering that my life is mine.
My life is mine and I will spend it loving you and
Please, please turn off the tv.