slow, an overused word

Things are just going so fast these days, and my body is pleading me to stop. Confused, not knowing what is day, what is night, what is right or wrong, what is pain or soothing, I hear it screech and complain, grind and force. And for some reason, some days, I don't want to listen, I block my ears with my hands and sing 'la lala lala'. At the same time, the constant high-pitched noise it emits seems to provide the company I need, the excuse I can furnish to explain why...why some days, I have to put everything aside to just to lie there and hear it scream, because that is all I can do.