There's a constant hum in my ears
as every second passes by,
passing into passing years,
constant concern from passers by.
The busy bustle of the street
sends my mind in disarray,
my footsteps have lost their beat,
the spring in my step has gone away.
If this silence would just muzzle
I might be able to find poise
but every step is a puzzle
in this buzzing wall of noise.
So I do what I do best
and shut the world out of my head
until the deafening drone's suppressed
and I can see the road ahead.
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