i know there are
the crowded quiet times
and these
are few
and far between
mostly there are
the quiet crowded times
where friends become shadows
and shadows become gray shades
washing into the distance
i know
i have seen the many
become the few
become the one
who steals away
and leaves you
best friends with your self?
i know
there are alone times
’cause their sirens are drawing
dancing them away and away
i know
so spill into the lives
of the endless
of the other
draw near and become
the one who stays
to the ones who are left
there is joy in it
there is life together
i know
those quiet crowded times
like silence in a full elevator
un-natural
un-welcome
un-comfortable
drawn near
and
you will be drawn near
i know
Harnessing Chaos 