Silence in a crowdAm I floating again?
Or do I simply ignore
The words of others?
Lost in my thoughts,
Am I oblivious to
The efforts of others?
What charms does
The company of my
Solitude hold? Irrational
Reason, joy and jealous
Anger, which follow
Each other in a square
Dance of vicious circles.
That thought abides alone,
Accompanied by little
Sprinkles of sweetly
Dark thoughts. Are
They quiet purposefully
Or is my imagination
So strong as to bind
The tongues of others?