You could let
A lot of things
Bother you 
If you wanted to
The daylight 
Breaking your sleep
The darkness 
Of cold mornings
The noise 
Of life 
Dragging you
Along
Passing you by
Taking you in
And 
Under
The people
Asking too much
Or too little
The gaps 
Where things ought
To be
But aren't 
The traffic and 
The travel
When 
Everything 
Should 
Stand still 
The freeze and lack
Of motion 
When 
Everything 
Should motor on
The music 
Of the birds
Or the radio
Or conversation 
Stealing your quiet
The solitude 
Evading your thoughts 
So it seems
You cannot think
The whistles and bells
Of your life
Rattling on
As the leaves 
Drop and crunch
Much to the delight 
Of everyone 
Who hasn't noticed
The mirror 
In the corner 
Reflecting everything
Without 
Comment or judgement 
The puddles 
And the sea
The waves
And the storms 
Are
What they are
These 
Are the whispers
Of the wind
The words
Of our ancestors
You can 
Stand
And fly
Your kites
Of annoyance 
Or not
For
Often 
No one
Takes
A blind bit 
Of notice
Anyway

And isn't that
The most 
Annoyingly 
Beautiful thing
In
The world