Each and every day I find
that it's often not just the noise inside my mind
but the trucks, the planes, and the people too
with so much hubbub and eye's constant cast: blue
It's true we've gone through quite a lot
but for trouble's sake we've trouble got
If I were to try to find someone to blame
Would it matter at all after empty air's shame?
The dead quiet's call
that brings lips apart to tell it all
Yet the mouth cannot find the words to say
So long under mask they have yet to pray.