Clocks tick
and no one asks why.
Houses are filled with beats,
swirling and twirling bodies,
and no one stops.
Markets filled with hustle
and no one stops to think.
Babies are born screaming.
Deaths end in screaming.
Is silence even a word?
Consumed in the vibrating atoms,
nothing ever rests.
It’s a wonder we haven’t all died
in a noise frenzy.
But they shall keep on living.
Never stopping to calm the pulse,
never stopping the madness,
never ending the fray.
For a world
without silence
is one that is,
not living.
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