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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