Comments about Blueeyed Songbird
It seems there is always someone talking in my ear,
Get out; leave me alone, this is my space in here.
Hush the voices, the questions…. the inane, pointless questions,
I want peace, a chance to think, speak things that matter.
It as if the world no longer knows how to be quiet, contemplative.
What I see, and hear is “Think? You want me to think?
….about others first? Who does that? ”
People often piss me off, self-centered, me first.
Gross perseverance of the items they think will matter, be feelings, experiences.
Where are they in such a hurry to go? ...