THE HUM OF THE CROWD

I TEND TO TUNE OUT

THE HUM OF THE CROWD

EVEN IF YOU SHOUT

IT'S JUST NOT TOO LOUD

 

I CAN'T UNDERSTAND

A SINGLE WORD HEARD

IT'S AS IF THEY PLANNED

IT ALL BE OBSCURED

 

I TRY NOT TO MIND

THAT I CAN'T UNWIND

I'M JUST SO WOUND UP

INTERPRETING STUFF

 

SEEMS NOTHING MAKES SENSE

IT GETS SO INTENSE

SO IN SELF DEFENSE

IGNORE THE NONSENSE

 

I'M A SPACE CADET

I TRY NOT TO FRET

AND I DON'T REGRET

FEELING QUITE UPSET

 

I JUST CAN'T FOCUS

ON ANY ONE THING

SO I'M JUST A MESS

THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING

Author's Notes/Comments: 

WHEN I WROTE THE WHISPERING WIND THE OTHER DAY I HAD A THOUGHT ABOUT MAYBE IT WASN'T JUST ONE VOICE OF THE WIND BUT  MAYBE IT WAS LIKE WHEN YOU HEAR MANY VOICES IN A CROWD AND CAN'T QUITE MAKE OUT ANYTHING REALLY AND THOUGHT I WOULD WRITE ABOUT THAT SENSATION TODAY...IT FEELS QUITE OVERWHELMING TO ME...NOT A FAN OF THAT SENSATION...