Noise
there is too much noise and nothing is being said
you see the tongue wag but hear nothing instead
our ears are bombarded with a constant stream
but the stream is not clear its filled with dread
try to be alone for just one little minute
and the noise will likely drive you to drink
you call it silence and hates its sound
but you wouldn’t know silence if it was the only gig in town
most of the noise comes from your head
thinking of this or that or something that is dead
a thought a dream a well wish or two
that noise is your disappointments raining down on you
we think we know truth for ourselves at least
problem is we don’t we just believe as we please
we believe we are victims or victors over “them”
we are no different actually we are “them”
our power lies in truth no, not yours the actual truth
the way to truth is to dim the noise
discern for yourself through that destructive voice
you are not bad, or worthless, or worse
you are a radio with your station stuck on morose
it seems simple to say just change your mind
but it will change that station that makes you blind
clear the stream that bombards your head
listen to a joyful station instead
you are fine take it from me
really, we are all fine
just wait and see