Why must we dwell
in the noise of this place,
when we have found
the silence that is never too quiet?
Why must we fight
these battles inside us,
when the war inside us
is waiting
to be won?
Why must we choose
to try and escape,
where we have already
built our escape?
Why must we
close our lips,
when the walls of our hearts
have been blown
to the ground?
