Seeking sense in the music i listen to before i go to bed, what a funny little mannerism.

Deflecting any change i could make, pushing aside the need, the wish to do better.

But tell me: could i start any real change, turn anything around, if i did not avert my eyes by needling my wish to with musical splinters?

What is my personal contribution here? I do wish for people to live comfortably, i have no solo-agency to affect change. But is my aversion to risk, right now, this evening, hindering progress?

Can i help others and i just don't know how, or am i just unable and mulling about things that are absurd?