LYRIC: To Greet My Noise (July)
Isn’t it funny how long we wait
For so very little?
Shouting out our words loudly into the dark
Sharing ourselves into the void
Hoping for an echo back
To at least acknowledge all the effort
Put into making a sound
But once again I find myself waiting
And hearing only the rush of blood
In my ears
That greets
That greets my noise
How many signals do you need
Before you start to pay attention?
That there are no connections to be made.
No kindred spirits out there.
That your singular voice speaks only
To itself
And though you know you’d do it anyway
Even if nobody cared
You can’t bring yourself to admit
The truth that maybe no one does?
And once again I find myself waiting
And hearing only the rush of blood
In my ears
That greets
That greets my noise
How many signals do you need
Before you start to pay attention?
I reached the finish line, alone.
With no one there to celebrate,
I cheer my own success
In the silence of an empty room.
And move on onto the next fight,
Convincing myself that this next one might…
Might finally be worth it
That this next one might actually count.
And once again I find myself waiting
And hearing only the rush of blood
In my ears
That greets
That greets my noise
I do it for myself.
I do it by myself
But still I’m doing it for you
To greet my noise