These days, the earth stops spinning.
Words come slower, far less now,
And as I sit I wait for answers.
Something, someone, tell me how.
But words come slower, far less now,
And thoughts are lost, just empty space.
Something, someone, tell me nothing,
Let me wait, this calm embrace,
For thoughts are lost, just empty space here.
Silence warns of dire fates.
So I must wait, this calm confounds me –
Sounds of quiet elevate.
Silence warns of dire endings.
These days, the earth is done.
Sounds of quiet scream around me.
I wait for answers that never come.