Her: the world is quiet here
Him: where
Her: right there *pointing to her head*
Where the beats of my thoughts blare
Where the fire of my worries flare
Where the eyes of my anger stare
Yes right there *closing her eyes*
Where the hope I was born with dies
Where The key to my maze life lies
Where the vine of my hate thrives
Right in the center of all
Right there the worlds stall
Not being nor ceasing
In the between
Not heard nor felt
But only seen
Right here... *pointing to her head*
The world is silent
Him: But the world is not there *pointing to her head*
Her: then where?
Him: here below *puts his hands on her heart*
Where the rhythm of the voices go Slow
Where the fire of your fears burn low
Where the eyes of your wrath go hollow
Yes right here *puts her hand on her chest*
Where the dead hopes you're born with stir
Where the puzzles of your life clear
Where the roots of your angst disappear
Right here where everything is
Right here the world lives
changing but same
In equilibrium
Dynamic and peaceful
But never in delirium
Right here... *pointing to where her hand is*
The world speaks still
#mutechaos
#review