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Lately I want to get up, get out

And shout!

It’s too quiet for my taste.

Considerate beings

Walking on tip-toes

Shooshing me to sleep The opposite of awake Straining my ear to hear The end is near Take me to Greece or Spain Any day There, I see it. A place for noise With noise a comfort zone And a friend Anxiety free noise That has no end A time to sleep, rest and play In between But always, Always room for noise