The lullaby of life

The dryer hums a lullaby low, Tumbling my clothes in a soft, Warm glow. I sit on a bench, let the rhythm spin. Forget the world, Just the wash, just the din. So I close my eyes, Feel the vibration. Hear a whisper say, "This is salvation." The laundry room at midnight, You're my quiet place. Where the chaos stops, And I find my own pace. The laundry room at midnight, a hush, A sigh. In your hum, I learn how to fly. I fold the towels, methodical, Slow. Each crease a prayer, a release from the Woe. Now the lint collects like the dust on My feet, swept away in the spin of the Heat. Peace isn't in grand things, it's in small refrains. Like the hum of a dryer easing the pain. The laundry room at midnight, you're my quiet place. Where the chaos stops, And I find my own pace. The laundry room at midnight, a hush, A sigh. In your hum, I learn how to fly. The laundry room at midnight. Room at midnight. The laundry room at midnight, a hush, A sigh. In your hum, I learn how to fly.