If I screamed at you
Saying I felt too quiet
Would you believe me?
If I whispered
“I feel too loud”
Would you think me true?
If I blunted every knife
So as to not be
Too discerning
Would you think me strange?
Your silence is too deafening
Just say something
To quiet me,
I don’t want to do all the talking.
Stay my hands,
And lace my thoughts
With your charm
I’ll endure the barbarous threads.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 