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’.

but in such dreams that cloud my sight
with the suffering, the sorrow, the terror, the fright
the polythene intoxicates, so bitter it is
the night is shallow, artificial, steeped with our sins.

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.