My Consolations

I find true solace in the books I read
The winding tales and perfect endings
To escape from reality I must mislead
My mind and hide from comprehending
This life, it twists and turns and sways
I try not to fear the coming years
On occasion I walk in a daze
This blocks the disturbance which interferes

Books; the writings of so many
Music; the notes which form the melodies
Art; the painted parallel realities
These things ease up my many anxieties

I find consolation in so many of the songs
The lyrics and notes and voices and tunes
All I need; my mp3 to carry myself along
In the nights, the mornings and the long afternoons
Which come the most at the weekend times
After we have parted our separate ways
After we have said our dispirited goodbyes
And look ahead to the long and dismal empty days

Books; the writings of so many
Music; the notes which form the melodies
Art; the painted parallel realities
These things ease up my many anxieties

I find assurance in the painted universe
The colours and shapes blend into tranquility
Tranquility is better than the very worst
Of life which is losing its stability
Slowly, but not too quickly. And we'll sink
Into the ever growing gloom until we reach the light
And the light is not as far as you think
But how badly I wish I could see you tonight

Books; the writings of so many
Music; the notes which form the melodies
Art; the painted parallel realities
These things ease up my many anxieties