Distractions

Sitting in the silence
Waiting for the words
To magically fill my head
Doesn’t always work
And sometimes
Those voices on the inside
Are all wrong
Making no sense at all
The simple distraction
Of listening to music
Turning on some white noise
The wind blowing
Pushing the strings of the chimes
Can create ideas such
That are like a brand new food
Curious and exciting
With a flavor never experienced
They can all take attention
Off the mundane
And onto something
That matters