I value silence,
as I long to value you.
I stand at the cross-way,
as long as my heels fall crude.

I stand in awe of virtue
and the nonchalant glance, oh self-aware.
I graze the reins of my misstep
only to falter with a croak unaware.

I dismay the tranquil uproar
of a deaf mind and a loud whisper;
only to fall back to an earthy rug
and watch you leave asunder.