the silence

let me quietly bask in all the cacophony

let me sing and shout above all the misery

let me listen to all the wonder of the world

and let me turn the silence into a deafening roar.

in the endless possibility, i find nothing of meaning

but in enigmatic variations, a certain fellow feeling

amidst the quiet grandeur, i mutter with conviction

’there is nothing i keep, there is only my reflection’.

so spread your wings, but tie yourself to the ground

open your heart, but be the enigma, confound

at the end of the day (in the silence i lay)

dreaming of a quiet life, one since unfound.