I was walking in the landscape
Of my crowded mind
Surrounded by noisiness
And poisonous commotion
Until I found a place
And peace of mind
A sphere of silence
Like a dome inside my head
But to hear nothing
And to see nothing
Is to be left alone
With anything the mind conjures up
With brooding thoughts
And troubling doubts
Surrounded by clouds
And self-inflicted commotion
The sound of silence
Is the best thing around
Until it becomes too loud
And when it becomes too loud
There is no doubt
That I begin to long for sound
Again
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
I was walking in the landscape
Of my crowded mind
Surrounded by noisiness
And poisonous commotion
Until I found a place
And peace of mind
A sphere of silence
Like a dome inside my head
But to hear nothing
And to see nothing
Is to be left alone
With anything the mind conjures up
With brooding thoughts
And troubling doubts
Surrounded by clouds
And self-inflicted commotion
The sound of silence
Is the best thing around
Until it becomes too loud
And when it becomes too loud
There is no doubt
That I begin to long for sound
Again
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