If when I stand out in the wild
and I hear the sound of silence
come to find it be a whole lot of
amplified white noise numbing my mind

I'd rather hear the sound of a Mariachi
Band bouncing off the cold and sweaty tiles
of a Public Washroom wall where secrets
lay on bended knees and golden rings
are held at eye level trying to act as a reminder
of what should be good in life.