The world used to be silent
Now it has too many voices
And the noise
Is a constant distraction
They multiply, intensify
They will divert your attention
To what's convenient
And forget to tell you
About yourself
We live in an age of many stimulations
If you are focused
You are harder to reach
If you are distracted
You are available
You are distracted
You are available
You want flattery
Always looking to where it's at
You want to take part in everything
And everything wants to be a part of you
Your head is spinning fast
At the end of your spine
Until you have no face at all
And yet
If the world would shut up
Even for a while
Perhaps
We would start hearing
The distant rhythm
Of an angry young tune -
And recompose ourselves
Perhaps
Having deconstructed everything
We should be thinking about
Putting ourselves back together
Silence yourself
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