I wrote another poem but
It may not have gotten my point across
Maybe it’s because it’s lost 
Behind a cloud of thick, invasive thoughts
And I’ll keep this short as possible–
I used to escape them by all and any means,
Drugs, sex, food, and/or sleep
And I promise that all I’ve ever wanted
Is a few minutes of quiet and peace
So I’ve found some time to write it out
I guess there’s that, at least