Contradicting concepts
Are the essence of my being
Yes, it may not make sense
But it makes sense to me.

I love the things that can’t be seen
Or touched or heard or smelled
The type of thing that’s not tangible
That I am always seeing.

I love the way it sparks my fire
Of kindling curiosity
I don’t know if you guys agree
Or if it is only me.

silence is to be valued
it is a state of your tongue

when all has had its song
silence eternal friend becomes

and it no stranger to anyone
as anyone knows

silence is a song
silence is a song.

No, seriously, tell me, come on,
What are we supposed to do
After being born?