When you’re bored,
When you’re glad,
Thrilled or scared,
You talk.
In a crowd;
With your friends;
All alone;
You talk.
Surely you must feel fulfilled
From the chatter, banter that you’ve spilled.
Why else would you keep doing it?
That’s why I keep pursuing it—
Seeking satisfaction,
Joy that swells like drums.
Only that joy never comes.
Surrounded by voices, noises overwhelm
Too many choices choke this color-caught realm.
Well-meant is my quest to fill this need;
Seldom is my chance to ever succeed.
Seeking satisfaction,
Joy that swells like drums.
Only that joy never comes.
Like a bee afraid of honey,
A car repulsed by gas—
When you’re allergic to your own,
How will this too pass?
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