In a room drowning in ringing silence, there's those with thoughts as loud as sirens.
Sleep is not theirs for consuming,
Because sleep itself finds them amusing.
They're in a constant state of dreaming, our disapproval serves no meaning.
A thousand words blaze their mind, a perfect one word is hard to find.
Their heads are wrapped with the midnight sky, their blues and purples shall never to die.
They aren't bound to this small confinement, these people or their judgement.
But our thoughts are as quiet as mice, this quietness shall be our demise.
Our ignorance is bland and strange, due to our oblivion we've become center stage.
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
