White Noise

I believe what I need
Is a dose of chaos

Enough of these notes,
These stanzas
Enough of these jokes,
These punchlines

I need to run
I need to hit the pavement
I need to gun it and never look back

What am I looking for?
It's not the same week to week
What am I looking for?

I'm tired of looking at this surface
I'm tired of looking at what's below
And finding more of the same.

They keep looking over my shoulder.