May 30: I can hear the sound of thinking ...

I can hear the sound of thinking, or was it just a fading sound

When the rattle of the prattle could be something so profound

I can hear somebody talking, but I can’t hear what they said

My mind it was receptive, and the noise stuck inside my head

Listening isn’t listening if I don’t know what you said

I heard the words you told me, embedded in my head

Listening isn’t listening if I can’t say it to you back

Your words they hide inside me, but my mind it turns to black

I’ve closed my eyes to listening, but my mind is filled with thought

Your voice it infiltrates me, and spellbound I was caught

I can sense your thoughts of anger, I can see them in your mind

But your uncompromising nature was not what I thought I’d find

I tried so hard to listen, but my brain it took a course

And I failed at every hurdle, until your hand I forced

It used to be so simple, life was easier back then

I could hear the sound of ending, and I’m hearing it again

Listening isn’t listening if I don’t know what you said

I heard the words you told me, embedded in my head

Listening isn’t listening if I can’t say it to you back

Your words they hide inside me, but my mind it turns to black

I could hear the sound of leaving, as I watched you walk away

So many things were in my mind, but nothing could I say

I could hear the sound of thinking, but it wasn’t what I thought

And the rattle of the prattle, inside my head forever it was caught