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