Ease, Desired

Somebody, kindly lie to me

Tell me I am “going to be OK”

Soon, life will be like driving down Laurel Canyon in 1973

In a Galaxie 500

Top down, radio up

Nothing but possibilities

That I will rest easy… like so many humans do with ease

Someone, kindly lie to me

Whisper I’ve done enough meditating, stretching, giving, therapies, effort

That soon, I will sleep (!) and wake up (!) and every muscle, joint and nerve won’t be on fire

Please, kindly lie to me.

I promise to believe you (for now).