The world is never quiet
Except for those who cannot hear
And then the silence is a cloak
That chokes
A mandatory, ultimate surrender
To the things medicine cannot cure
A surrender of
the worlds that cannot be inhabited
A fundamental loneliness
That just a few understand
To grow old is hard
The mind’s vibrancy
Inversely correlated to the bodies decay
And then, perhaps, a decay of both
And still the mad world rushes on around you
No matter your state
Whether your eyes follow your ears
Please, etch this message into you heart
I will love you always