Noisy, noisy everywhere, gives me no time to think.
Music blasting through my dreams, I didn’t sleep a wink.
Owners of stores and coffee shops think I came in to dance.
Cogent thought and sober musing doesn’t stand a chance.
And the so-called service dogs romp around and bark.
What service are they giving as I sit here in the park?
Oh how I long for quiet days, those blissful days I knew.
The sound of tiny raindrops, but now those times are few.
People talking on their phones was once confined to home.
Now I bear the burden everywhere I roam.
No wonder now the days are passing in a blink.
Noise noise everywhere. There is no time to think.
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