So This is the New Year

The night is so still
You can even hear the smoke
As it floats all around you
Everything comes clearer
You pick out every sound in the air
The rain drizzles on tree leaves
You hear an animal break a stick in the woods
Or maybe it was something else
You don’t want to know what it could be
You always like to keep a little mystery in your life
Or that’s what you keep telling yourself

Volume swell.
Feedback!
Ouch…
You don’t even know what happened
Blown away
Intense
Feel your heart racing
Know now that you are truly alive
That heart is keeping you alive
Everything from something
Or one thing
Some things can only be pushed so far

Clatter
Endless clatter
It’s all around
All day, everyday
Inescapable & undeniable
You can’t even tell what’s going on anymore
Can you?
The pen hits the paper, so to speak
And in an instant, more clatter
Clatter on the page, or napkin
But it’s concise clatter
They should market this shit
People would eat it up
Split personalities are big nowadays
Since no one knows who they are anymore
And their whole purpose is to somehow find theirselves

It’s over
Finally
Now I can think straight again
But I haven’t told anyone I’m crazy
Yet.
I don’t think people would take me seriously
Kinda like the boy who cried wolf
Except I’m the boy no one would expect to cry anything, ever
So my cry would certainly go unnoticed
So be it.
“It’s whatever, right Molly?”
“It definitely is, Zack.”
It is what it is and it is definitely whatever
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why am I?
Just a silly boy
With a silly pen
And a silly napkin
Writing this for God knows what reasons
Waiting for his silly dreams to happen
There’s no waste in that, right?