The timer

Ten minutes, Ten minutes of writing without stopping letting the words pour out Ten minutes to sate the never ending tide Just for a moment Five songs, What is five songs in the grand scheme five songs to pour my words out to our words are precious our truth to give freely to strangers is an art Ten minutes, Five songs What do these matter we all drown eventually Time ticks by over and over again you can't turn back time We fill this time with mindless noise are we afraid of the silence or of our own thoughts Five minutes, we go through our lives making mindless noise I admire those who are deaf they are stuck in the silence in their own thoughts sure they speak through writing through gestures yet still it may be all they know do you think they are afraid of their thoughts are you? Two minutes, The clock passes by we are inconsequential inconsequential what a funny word its entirety is to describe something worth nothing aren't we nothing aren't we inconsequential but those in our inconsequential moment aren't we worth something to them aren't we worth consequence Worth nothing, Worth everything The timer still goes off Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero The alarm is screaming The noise is back Why are we afraid of our thoughts Of the silence that surrounds them In this Inconsequential time Why don't we become something something worth consequence