I want to sleep, but the dark is too light.
I want to dream, but dreams have long been dead.
Please leave me once alone without a fight
To think the thoughts that scream within my head.
"They" say to me, "Come join us for a while"-
I smile and go, but wish I were alone
And think, "Has solitude gone out of style?"
Silence from them is water from a stone.
Is noise so dear, of talk is man so proud
That he must hear his own sweet voice and find
The sound of no one speaking far too loud?
I need communion silent with my mind.
True friends are those with words you need not hear;
Too many men these days do silence fear.