When there's no more words to speak <br />I'll show you that I care <br />When there's no more thoughts to think <br />I'll drink in silence, shun the air <br /> <br />Intoxicated by this world that I must share <br />With the pushers and pullers <br />Fickle feeble-minded users <br />Bruised and careless abusers <br /> <br />Which Leave me somehow feeling infected by all this <br />So I direct my intentions to inject myself <br />With patience which leads to tolerance <br />So I can deal with all these patients <br /> <br />Here I sit, amused and confused <br />Saddened and reduced by humanity <br />As they set this world ablaze <br />And burn the ashes when their through <br /> <br />I've watched this world long enough to see <br />There's something in the silence <br />Sight without vision, deaf and conditioned <br />Wisdoms lost its voice screaming <br /> <br />That what will be has been before <br />What could be will be ignored <br />History is tired of repeating itself <br />So redundancy pushes the snooze<br /><br />Sero Juan Zerowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-back-to-sleep-3/
