Filled up with sounds noises from people with a passion for loud. To hear their own voices lining the net to trawl all the water to gain some respect.
To drown all the feelings that they have inside to walk the same line to know your beside.
Joined to the masses the majority rules no space for magic, no time for the crude, but I ask you this can you remember the last, time you and sat and stare at the sky watch all the clouds just pass you by.
Sit there and sit there and feel the wave the wave of silence fill the divide. The space between all your thoughts these are the spaces we never were taught.
So open your eyes and hope you have dust on your wings to help your life spin.
Life From the Dirt 