The quiet moments called
Out of the chaos of my life
Coffee to stay awake
And wine to sleep
Day to day blending perfectly
Into a mass confusion
The quiet was calling
Quiet was the distance and destination
Quiet is an unpredictable demon
And staying too busy has a predictable
Sort of unpredictability...
A lack of thinking
Instantaneous instincts.. and I'll decide if that was a good decision
Later
Later never comes
They told me once
And I'm still not listening
I walk through life with my hands over my ears
Screaming "Just point to the right direction"
Can you hear me?
Because I can't hear you...
They tell me to do more
More and more
Be better and better
And no one is telling me when more becomes enough
And better becomes the best
And how do I stay there?
I'm talking too fast again
But I don't have time to speak slowly
Don't have time to beat around the bush
To tell you the point that I'm trying to make
QUIET
... my stillness
My solitude
Seeing clearly
Only serving to confuse me
More
I know my demons are still lurking in the shadows
And it's the quiet that lets me see
How frequently I dance with them in the madness
That they are at the bottom of shot glasses
They are in between the sheets in my bed room
Around me
Quiet
It's where I want to be
If I were more brave
Had a little more feeling in my hands
Quiet
Remind me...
... that He loves me
And I burn deeply
As if someone has been watching me this whole time
And He wants me
He wants me
And I want to burn
Burn with the joy of feeling
The ground beneath me
Standing still
Quietly
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