I heard that the world outside is as tumultuous as the world within Am I a reflection of the outside world or is the outside a reflection of me? Where do I go? How do I begIn the cleansing? I stand at the threshold of you and me waiting for a push I am that onlooker reacting to the lies on media, baulking at the truth. 'Did you hear that?' voices ask " " We, the SM conditioned puppets respond. And the storm continues to rage.. When you ask me how much can I not hear I want to tell you, i cannot hear the earth spin when you're talking I cannot hear the birds and the crickets when you play music I cannot hear the leaves ruffle when you make my thoughts louder I make less noise than you when i cry How much can I not hear No, the question should be how much do I want to hear To hear you yap your nonsense i bought hearing aids
