There are times when cold, stony silence
insists on flaunting its spoken eloquence
And there are times when such insistence
struts about in a cloak of dumbfounded defiance,
mocking my efforts to make sense of nonsense
Oh, to move a mind with a single sigh!
How I wish my tired shoulders could defy
gravity’s pull and grant me the wish to fly
away because I have no more tears to cry
Why must silence be wielded so, why oh why?
