As we stumble along the path
in this constant state of inebriation
We trade glances
We trade words
We even trade jabs
Our fists won't stop swinging
Our mouths won't stop running
And though we intend to say so much
Neither of us
can decipher the other
We can't make out a word that is said
But we both shrug it off
It don't really matter
We just want to hear our own voice back
Among the crickets and the quiet
We hum and stumble through the silence
We cannot stand when it is quiet
Why can't we
stand
when it is quiet?