Sounds Ordinary.
Seems to be lost — somehow
No place holy. No moment forsaken
Music of every kind, fills my ears with awe
Without thought. Without hesitation.
Ever present. Ever Satiated.
As I drift from room to room
Curing my wildest elusive maladies
With all this sweet daze and frenzy
Dare I say, sweet talk and melody
Silence — seems to have lost the war
Now, when it comes. It almost overwhelms me
As if, to wage a war.
I fill my head with quiet sounds and whistles
To claim the remnants of my peace left so little
Oh, it troubles me deeply
How it has come to this lately
Where all these sounds ordinary