Exh. III

V.1.
Constant streams of doctrines flood our minds,
On being "proper," we're all confined.
Meanings get lost, paths unclear,
In this rising noise, I disappear.

P.-C.
Live and let live, that's our core,
From newbie to expert, everyone’s a lore.
So much noise, it’s hard to hear,
In this silence, I draw near.

C.
While they await my loud decree,
Quiet and solitude set me free.
In stillness, my truth is found,
A whisper in the midst of sound.

V.2.
Lines between learning and becoming,
Are so blurred, so unknowing.
Force-fed ideals shape our start,
Before we even know our heart.

P-C.
Giving in to what they say,
Sets you up to lose your way.
A balancing act, hell inside,
That kind where dreams die.

C.
While they await my loud decree,
Quiet and solitude set me free.
In stillness, my truth is found,
A whisper in the midst of sound.

B.
From newbie to expert, they all shout,
But in the quiet, there’s no doubt.
Life should be lived, true and grand,
No matter where we choose to stand.

C.
While they await my loud decree,
Quiet and solitude set me free.
In stillness, my truth is found,
A whisper in the midst of sound.

O.
Life should be lived, true and free,
So much noise, but I hear clear.
Live and let live, that's our core,
Quiet strength, forevermore.




Whisper in the Noise

Dysnomia of lawlessness in the Depths of Silence.


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Whisper in the Noise

Zedna