Use to be out loud

all the time,

listen to this now,

no repeat.

Now the skies are blue

the peace at hand,

there’s a quiet rendition

in the mind of a man.

Life seems normal

when caught in the barrage

of temporary insanity,

the fears of the mind.

When a silence emits

with no need to employ

any dodge, any aside,

we can feel a sense of

humility.

There’s a certain

freedom in

a soft rendition.