Let Us Talk of Normal Things

Oh please speak to me,

Of something else entirely.

Of something every day.
Of something normal in every way.

The boasting and babble,
Coming from the rabble...

The pompous prattle,
Trying to herd us like cattle...

The pandering and prescribing,
Of those that should be leading...

Of all that mob and media and political stuff,
I have heard quite enough.

Don't speak to me,
Of things proclaimed to be true, explicitly.

Let us talk of normal things
And all the confusion that brings.

Let us talk of the everyday,
Things 'normal' in every way.

But that differ in many ways,
Because of the differences of our gaze.

Don't speak to me.
Talk with me,
Though we may disagree.

Empty Chamber

There isn’t much of an echo,

In this empty room.

I don’t hear much distinctly,

In this empty room.

Are there other people,

In this dark and empty room?

Are there ears to hear me,

In this dark and empty room?

I cannot tell, so I cannot say,

If I am alone.

I would act the same anyway,

If I am alone.

There is a window, I can tell,

In this empty room.

A bit of light and noise comes

Into this empty room.

That is why it is hard to tell

If I am alone.

Faint light, shadows and voices come,

Though I may be alone.

I think a lot and listen some,

In this empty room.

I talk and try to work things out,

Though I may be alone.

I am mostly content to be here,

In this dark and empty room.

But is might be time to close the window,

Though I may be alone.