If I shout,
Which I eventually will,
You would not know me.
I would not know me.
Is it inevitable?
This shout?
Would you shout?
With me?
Even if I was silent,
But shouting inside.
I could not,
Would not,
Make you understand.
So if I am silent,
The shout would be silent too.
Did you understand me?
Would you let yourself,
Understand me?
I would not,
But would you,
Even though I offer,
No help,
No sanity to your reasons?
I shout,
You shout,
It is a symphony of shouts.
I am silent,
But you shout.
Where is the silence in that?
