When I'm tangled In abstractions, Complications, Fake relations, Meaningless situations, Piercing lacerations, I leave it all, And I ponder, Why, oh why, Do I grow fonder Of my solitude, And why, oh why, Do I meander, In spaces and voids, In places devoid Of human-ness? And I rest, In the sound of silence. Do you think, that I never try To decipher this mess? Are you never amazed How my thoughts turn into a maze? How I just sit In the sound of silence. My inner chaos, My painful loss, And my condition Is buried, never to be seen What does it all mean? I sit and ponder, Amidst my internal violence, Conflicting notions, Profound emotions, I sit and wonder At the sound of silence, A long, loud silence... The Sound of Silence When I'm tangled In abstractions, Complications, Fake relations, Meaningless situations, Piercing lacerations,
