The calling

The chair is calling me to sit.
The bed to sleep.
The games to play them.
The pause to stop.
The colors to use them to draw, to paint.
The air to breathe.
The food to eat.

And all around and all the time.

The clock to sleep, to wake up.
Everything around is calling my attention.
There are no voices, they call it reality. Chemicals in our brain. Life. Death. Energy.

All around and all the time.