Listen to the quiet – there is no traffic here.
Neighbours are at work.
You can hear yourself think.
You are never alone on your own.
You have your self for company.
In the city noise divorces you from yourself
leaving you bereft.
Listening to the quiet the space just grows inside,
expands your mind,
removing walls in space and time.
All this is mine.
But in the town walls
of noise cage and surround,
beating you down.
Listen to the quiet.
Your life is your own,
Copyright 2015 Prayerwarriorpsychicnot