A Most Profound Silence
As to why it is the seasons change
We are handed numbers, cold and plain
Polysyllabic words and a blank-faced phrase
Rumbling soft mumbles
And babbling torn lies
Continue slinging “no”s
Before you’ve ever tried
All the world’s questions
All fronted with “why”s
Answered with assuming “because”s
Smeared with scientific alibis
I’m holding my queries
Breath bated in ice
Profound silence stands
My only reply
But that’s alright
It isn’t much to mind
Waiting, breathing ceases
Blue spreads to flesh from eyes
We are handed numbers, cold and plain
Polysyllabic words and a blank-faced phrase
Rumbling soft mumbles
And babbling torn lies
Continue slinging “no”s
Before you’ve ever tried
All the world’s questions
All fronted with “why”s
Answered with assuming “because”s
Smeared with scientific alibis
I’m holding my queries
Breath bated in ice
Profound silence stands
My only reply
But that’s alright
It isn’t much to mind
Waiting, breathing ceases
Blue spreads to flesh from eyes