United States
45° 24' 29.2752" N, 122° 48' 12.186" W

Silence is a rare currency
The value's going up
With distractions invading our lives
Loudness is worshipped
Silence is lambasted
And the quiet ones are persecuted
And the happily lonely are further shunned
And the music gets louder
And the music gets grating
But when the noise stops
We'll be the natural kings.



..."when the noise stops
We'll be the natural kings"
(so true!)

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