Surrender to me your peaceful statements,
fulfill our gestures of love and hate:
Pursue your dreams and unmask your foes,
then what is left to demonstrate.
A rain that falls on the streets outside
speaks and spreads rumors...
Its waters seeping to every open space,
Sliding under any closed doors.
A silence that falls on the people inside
Though quiet and awkard it may be,
Can speak as loudly, if not more boisterous still,
in the thoughts of depression or of glee.
The sort of unknowing that we loath,
That we as humans can't bring ourselves to comprehend...
This ignorance being the bliss that calms,
Bring both the rain and the silence to an end.
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