Before I go to bed, before I hit the hay,
I wind back the head video and watch the movie of the day.
The triumphs and tribulations, the joys and the lies,
The small bouts of happiness, amid all the cries.
I’ve found it clears the mind to put the mind on “play”.
To turn the horrors into dreams before nightmares have their say.
A quiet head makes quite a happy soul,
This bedtime download makes me once again quite whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem