The Trip

Walking down to work
Noises all around
People in a rush
My mind isn't hush...

Surely everyone around me
Has a voice unheard
Can you listen
For a moment...

The journey never ends they say
I say it isn't a journey at all
For a journey has a start and an end to it
An end is what I pray

But are prayers answered?
Are voices heard?
Are minds hushed?
Do the noises ever shut down?

Silence is the answer
Time is the healer
Experience is the teacher
Healing is what I pray...