even silence sounds like the rain
the world is always moving, spinning, searching
and i wonder

would his voice have been as clear
if he were alive today
would he have found his words
with so many options of what to say

it is paralyzing — choice
i can’t find the right sound to follow
there are two sides to every coin
and i can’t stop turning

i’m seeking clarity
a moment of peace
but all i hear is rain