Noises

 Through the crowds and noises
Through the world colliding
Through the regrets and choices
The events that are coinciding
I walk my path unphased
Hardly unscathed
Looking forwards constantly
To find an escape
A getaway from the metropolis
I which I am incased
Consistently finding myself falling
Far down from grace
A defeat is unacceptable
A daily ongoing festival
A life that lost all meaning
Beyond the veil, I'm lying there
Constantly searching and finding
The answer to the crowded world
Still I remain undecided
Lavishing in all things absurd
Through the crowds and noises I walk
Staring intently at the bustling nature of life
Watching from place to place as they go
Wondering if they're really alive
The unmoving expressions on their faces
The tense clenching of their fists
The tension held within their shoulders
The fast-beating hearts within their chests
Their teeth shut tight together
A release is all they need
Rushing from place to another
Suffering defeat after defeat
Refusing to see the world for what it is
Believing they're entitled to it all
Not knowing that being born is not enough
Not knowing that they still have to make that call
Nothing you'll gain will come on it's own
You have to strive to achieve your goals
Whether they be wealth, fame, or love
All of it in your hand falls
Walk forwards through the crowds and noises
Refuse to conform to their "ideal" reality
Make your own decisions, your own choices
Don't let any of them question your morality
Keep your life active, and stay young
Remain that little child within
Be excited about things you love
Adventure onwards and have tales to spin
Tell your story to any who'd listen
Let them know what the truth really is
The world is a cruel unjust place
There is no true harmony or karma to it
When faced by the constant of suffering, you remain
Capable of walking right through it
The noises worry you none, in fact you learn to enjoy them
You find them now endearing
How so many people are joyless
The jaws which are clenched shut
And the fists ready to punch
The people with frowning faces
Oh, what a clueless bunch
Laugh at the face of the absurdity of the world
And learn to take it with a grain of salt
For through the noises and crowds
You're among the few with little faults

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