We go in search of silence
When we try to calm our minds
While praying for that moment
When all things fall in line
The busy noise of people
Just grates upon our nerves
As we look for those special seconds
And the peace that we deserve
Though we are slaves to progress
As it torments without end
We try to bring some quiet
Into this cosmic blend
For silence it is golden
Or so we have been told
As we wrestle with the future
Along our highway home.
PTT 05.11.18
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