Be still
They use solitude as punishment
I seek the aloneness in the moment
Tired of the constant interruptions
By meaningless conversations
Where no-one understands anyone
All comprehension lost and gone
To be completely alone
Does anywhere feel like home
Where no-one can find me
In nature alone and free
Not for hours or days taken in vain
But for as long as I choose to remain
Is this but a dream I chase
Please let there be such a place
Only the sound of my breathing and the voice of the earth
Everyone runs from silence, I wish it’s rebirth
I long to be alone in the emptiness
In solitude, the beauty in the quietness
But to be alone and surrounded is to be trapped
Constantly cornered, no escape, my energy sapped
Entertaining meaningless words dribbled out to break the silence
What for, so irrelevant, just sounds made with no sense
When last did anyone say anything profound to you
Anything of real import, just speaking for something to do
I am here, I know what the weather is like, please don’t speak
I don’t care what needs to be done next week
Next week is not here and never will be gone
It’s always next week with more that needs to be done
Everyone playing their own movie
What you believe is what you see
It’s talking to the television
No real connection, just confusion
Nobody sees you
Nobody hears you
Nobody knows you
Alone with yourself and a million voices running in your head
When all you want is to be still, in loves arms with no need for a word to be said
They use solitude as punishment
I seek the aloneness in the moment
Tired of the constant interruptions
By meaningless conversations
Where no-one understands anyone
All comprehension lost and gone
To be completely alone
Does anywhere feel like home
Where no-one can find me
In nature alone and free
Not for hours or days taken in vain
But for as long as I choose to remain
Is this but a dream I chase
Please let there be such a place
Only the sound of my breathing and the voice of the earth
Everyone runs from silence, I wish it’s rebirth
I long to be alone in the emptiness
In solitude, the beauty in the quietness
But to be alone and surrounded is to be trapped
Constantly cornered, no escape, my energy sapped
Entertaining meaningless words dribbled out to break the silence
What for, so irrelevant, just sounds made with no sense
When last did anyone say anything profound to you
Anything of real import, just speaking for something to do
I am here, I know what the weather is like, please don’t speak
I don’t care what needs to be done next week
Next week is not here and never will be gone
It’s always next week with more that needs to be done
Everyone playing their own movie
What you believe is what you see
It’s talking to the television
No real connection, just confusion
Nobody sees you
Nobody hears you
Nobody knows you
Alone with yourself and a million voices running in your head
When all you want is to be still, in loves arms with no need for a word to be said
- Jane Burd February 2010
