Irrelevant

You can’t choose what stays and what fades away

How do I find peace in the noise
The clatter of ruaille buaille and toys
The rising crescendo of an indefatigable sound
That only arises when you are around
And I find peace in the silence or subtle vibrations
But it never remembers me in its elation
Only go sidewiding down its own hill
Wandering, weaving past me at will
And I can’t capture, no I can’t contain
But when I lie, I do it in vain
For the Hammer finds its way
Back to my door til it has its say

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