When you look into a room
And see a man, woman, and child
Sitting alone, unmoving,
Heads bent in private thoughts
Or a personal chaos, maybe.
They barley notice your presence,
The things you wish to say,
The gestures you make.
I would ask what you think.
The first thing that came to you,
Standing and looking at them,
Wondering what they’re on about.
But I wouldn’t, no.
I’d rather you figure it out yourself.
Your conclusion doesn’t matter,
Whether right or wrong.
That’s because I understand the reason
They prefer their own company to yours.
There’s so much difference
Between you and them.
Even nature understands better than you do.
The wind knows when to hold still,
The ocean knows when to be free of waves,
The birds know when to stop chirping.
You call it solitude, I call it peace.
I used to be ashamed of it,
Hiding behind shyness,
Lying to myself and the world.
But they thought me well.
With their smirks and judgy tones
They helped me find myself.
And now, all I ever want is silence.
