Quiet Chaos

When did we stop, staring through the glass

When did the world arrest its call

toothless grins, at the edge of our seats

our spirit called us to adventure

we'd observe the world outside

the mass of humanity that

brushes along our ride

watch the cars drive by

hear the multilingual yells

experience the chaos

when did we stop, staring through the glass

when did the world arrest its call

these streets are more crowded than i remember

the seats emptier — a pocket of deafening silence

among quiet chaos