Does all of this matter?
All we can hear is the clatter.
The trumpets and the tvs,
The lights and the lines,
The cars and the cash,
The stars and the scars.
Behind the loud noise,
the quiet waits with poise.
She waits for you to listen.
You may even hear her whistlin'.
Those that hear her early,
may feel she's being surly.
The curiosity only peakens,
and the clatter weakens.
She may hold out her hand,
asking you to stand.
The decision you will make,
leaves a lot at stake.
Does the clatter even matter?
