Take in the noise,
But leave out the air.
Like paper bags,
We may drift.
And like plastic,
We shall not break with the wind.
Our howls are like wolves,
But our breath is like fresh air.
Each spew of sound,
And fantastic lullabies,
Will keep me awake.
And I shall not fall into slumber
When the world keeps asking for
More and infinitely more
Lumber.
The sound of our prey,
Is the sound of our own voice.
We seek but we shall not find,
Unless the world uses our mind.
But then again,
I never did really
Mind.
The lullabies will rock our cradles.
But our craniums are not listening to
Such music.
Rather our words are the melodies.
But our voices
Are the reasons we still find
Sanity.