Noise

It’s all noise.

A cacophony of opinions,

rattling around in the sponge in your skull.

If you allow it, the voices can thin your blood,

depriving you of the oxygen that keeps your heart ticking.

The notion that the world around you should shape your being breeds ignorance.

It allows the roaches of self-destruction, NAY,

THE DESTRUCTION OF YOUR SOUL, BURNING!

Burning like the ashes of the world we bomb and pollute with our ego

and burning like the lives of people society deems unworthy to live.

These are the people who live for the sake of being alive,

uncorrupted by the economy, greed, and the banks that control the globe.

We are the souls who refuse to live life by numeric chains.

WE ARE THE MANY!

We are the many that see through the clockwork,

the many that see through the cotton veil,

the many see that life is merely the conduit of love, passion, and the call of the universe.

Humanity has lost touch with itself.

Humanity has lost its spark amid all the hubris and chatter.

Noise.

It’s all noise.

Maybe we need a break for reflection and silence.