Saturday, September 16, 2006

20

There is noise behind me
It is growing and distracting
Mindless conversation
Jumbled words
And music unrecognizable
Is there a thought
I do not regret
One I can let go
I have baggage like no other
Like noise
All around me
Confusing me, scaring me
I wait only for the quiet

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