Silence.
Sometimes you crave it, sometimes you don't
Sometimes its liberating, sometimes it imprisons
Silence.
A lover's nightmare,
A jilted love's bliss.
Silence.
Sometimes it gives hope,
Sometimes it strangles it,
You oscillate between hope
and despair
Silence is not a dream
Silence does not obey laws of the stream
It lives on its own terms
Yet treats and harms
tell me any one tale
full woes quite avoidable
like Chipchos and his friends...
the have danced around fire
plenty of times,
each time getting burns to
what medical doctors call degrees
Chipchos seems to decreed to die young
broke and miserable
for each time he gets burned,
he goes back again
because he likes to dance around fire,
he says anything you love doing is
worth overdoing,
his lifelong mantra is that moderation is for cowards
