Silent Chaos

Silent days Filled with clattering Thoughts Lonely desires Passions stretched over my eyelids like Spandex pants one size too small Lips, tight and firm Forgotten and unused Drink water eat food Chap stick and water What are you doing today? Tasks and movements Accomplished simply to be scratched off Scribbled away on Jam-packed checklists Striving for neatness Tidy lives that go unfulfilled In reality, nothing but chaos Love and hate it at the same time Searching for what makes us Feel whole Don’t lose yourself It’s a busy place Challenge the unexpected Defy expectations Never give up It’s all up to you Silent lips Which hold the key to your precious thoughts Who will you tell today? Who has time for talking When there’s no one there To listen But yourself, and God. Save your breath but don’t lose your mind It’s a busy place Time is ticking Breath, taken for granted Only loved by those who care Who have nothing to do But think About that which they care to think about Lips, only used on occasion Special ones Phone calls to mom Meeting with friends While fingers talk all the while Voice that shocks me What is this? Beauty that remains hidden So much to offer Why It’s a busy place. Let your lips speak But don’t lose your voice Nor your mind