Quiet Madness

Most dance under the moonlight,
A beautifully lit path.
But we dance to the madness,
For only that could help us last.
No clear sight of where we’d go
So our other senses lead the way,
& when our feet refuse to move,
Our voices refuse to say,
We embrace the chaotic quietness –
Something others are taught to avoid.
But the empty thoughts and silent words
Almost fill each of our voids.
Because in the midst of the madness
You’re forced to feel it all.
You feel every rise, you feel every fall.
So it’s funny that most think this is where your thoughts can’t survive.
Because it’s in the midst of the quiet madness
I’ve always felt most alive.




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