Silence,
Is overrated.
Give me bustle,
Give me noise,
A street scene drama,
A panoply of joys.
Let there be music
Of larks and doves.
With crashing waves,
Electric guitars.
With vibrant brushstrokes
Paint it in crimson
And golds and blues.
Let it all go spinning by
On the helter-skelter, razor’s edge.
Never quiet – I choose life.
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