Yesterday is gone and it's a chaotic silence
Tomorrow is still growing and it's a beautiful silence.
Today is now and I am here, but the words I want will not appear.
Because sometimes there are no words
Just silence
And so many have mistaken silence for something negative
That I'm tired of defending it or reading about it
Right now there are no words to say what I think
We've lost our roots and adapting is the key
Yesterday is dead and tomorrow isn't alive.
Today is here and right now
And I am trying to find my middle ground
To place my feet safe and sound
But every time I move around
I end up too far.....
Silence is beautiful and
Silence is chaos, but
Chaos is beautiful when you are silent
It all is
Erica