There is 24/7 talk in my head It doesn’t even stop in my dreams It’s part of having a body with a brain It doesn’t stop—even in prayer But during prayer and dreams It at least seems friendly But then the world talk starts again Work, traffic, media, news, and fear Depression, anxiety, apprehension That something has gone terribly wrong I fix a grilled cheese sandwich—my favorite food And listen to old music—“Mother Mary comes to me And whispers word of wisdom-Let it be.” I eat the sandwich and go to bed And dream—Tomorrow has not happened yet And never will—I wake up with no yesterdays. I let it be.