Echoes in My Mind

The tutting toot, it fills my head,
a constant hum that I begin to dread.
These thoughts control, they twist and bind,
they seize the corners of my mind.

The rapping tat, it gnaws my core,
a sound that echoes, a relentless roar.
It grates against the essence of me,
an itch I can't scratch, a chain I can't free.

Relentless rhythms, they take their toll,
drowning out whispers that calm my soul.
A symphony of chaos, an inner war,
a battle of thoughts that I can't ignore.

Is there no silence, no space to breathe?
No refuge where these echoes leave?
For the tutting toot and rapping tat
are relentless guests, where my peace is at.