where is the quiet
where is the quiet
when is the time for nothing
it's all just too much
where is the quiet
when is the time for nothing
it's all just too much
aroma wafting
tangling throughout the house
garlic's not done yet
drifting to and fro
floating in the weariness
where is the balance
just left in it's wake
see fate meddling once more
living in chaos
breathing the fresh air
bipedal locomotion
a chill winter's day
odd choices are made
possible consequences
scattered confusion
just a simple word
crashing down on hopes and dreams
spoken without thought
playing with fire
what could possibly go wrong
besides everything
a loved one is lost
they can no longer answer
saying goodbye dad
a simple lever
tiny fulcrum of power
see what it can move