Sometimes, it's best to be still
Quiet like the remorse of an impulsive statement
Quiet as your dreams, daydreams
To be still, like life
Quiet like the silence of mental strife
Your own mind, to feel once again
It's not tangible like the heaviness of a room
Filled with grief
What you've been told versus what you think
Sometimes isn't even comparable
Whispers of enlightenment dance around your feet
The difference between what you've been told
And what you think