Poetry (words)

Noisy isn’t it…

It’s too noisy isn’t it? Life, our quest to be heard, understood. Yet in our calmest moments we achieve so much. Our language has changed, our means of communication turns us into something we’re not. We despise bullying….yet we take part in it so often. At our bravest behind keyboards. We mock, we abuse, we assume we know best. Why? 
I don’t think we’re that keen on who we are most of the time. I’d say we’re no better than wolves, but wolves are way more intelligent. Their life is about survival. Ours? It seems to me it’s about how great we can be, how loud we can shout. 
Our skills are limited, I think we’ve lost our way completely. 

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