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Silence

Outside the window, the birds are busy making merry

On the other side of the wall though, silence reigns heavy 

Imparting a lull, playing a comforter's role

Offering solace to a disturbed soul.


Looking through the other window, the one that rings

Everyone is sharing about every damn thing

Stamping their opinions, trying to prove their truth

Not ready to listen, discussions turning uncouth.


Tired of this rat race, don't want to participate anymore

Open to having my views changed, there are things that I don't know

Keeping my beliefs to myself, maybe I am a little green

Don't want to convince anyone, opting silence over the din.


But is this really why I chose to be silent?


Maybe I chose to be silent because

At the end what difference does it make?

World goes on, people do what they want

Elaborate arguments are given to justify actions

What value do few kind words have among all this friction?

 

So, I am silent because my words don't really matter

Pretending to be better only makes me a hypocritical natter.

Don't know how this makes me feel...choosing to be quiet

But at the moment, the numbing silence is a welcome respite.


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