A shrill sound of hope
From anthems and hymns alike
A wave of despair
Touching everything it sights
You watch as from outer space
As life daily pass by
On the rich and poor together
But never in the same manner
What is going on with me?
You wonder out loud
Why are my days marked with so little
Why do I make a faint sound
In a world full of noise
When will I make meaning of my days?
And time will eventually hear my voice
When the wave passed
And the days find a rhythm
One you grace with a slow dance
You realise as you pick your pen
And once again fill up blank pages
That all the words you formed now and then
Are louder than all the noise the world daily screams.