Things are too quiet.
The world seems deadly silent
A faint whirring is heard churning in the background
It's just a thought
Find original thought
Lost between verse and song
Of a whale ...
Destined to be Ahab again
Look up son,
The sun is out
It shines out the window
Brightening barren walls
The deceiving sun
Cold and dead air
Driving home
That feeling of
Alone.
