Why is the quiet you find
surrounded by noise and people
more profound than solitude sometimes?
Degrees of each define the moment.
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fascinating, yes
the endless chatter of lives
rolling off my skin

click clack clank they crash
glasses and voices in air
clarity is lost

surrounded by noise
I wish I could record this
lives balanced in air

ah, reality
always there still and waiting
takes me by surprise

age doesn't matter
i know my face looks like that
hoping for a dream

and when does it stop?
this search for ourselves outside
look inside my room

to conclude this night
to have everything and naught
what more do I need?
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self serving, self indulgent
it is all that and more

clear as hope
no greys
see me
I am

here
now

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I endlessly laugh at myself.
And enjoy the ride...