The Lift

Do you like it? The silence inside the lift. Yesterday while on my way to work there we stand quietly and steadily Inside the lift I used to call it elevator at the age of four But they call it Lift in here, Down under. Some with earphones and Some with cell phones A man with a suit A young student, with too much make up. A blonde lady, with too strong perfume. A delivery boy with too red shirt that says "pizza hut" and I staring at number five Everyone is avoiding and trying and avoiding Each others eyes She inhales I exhales He stares at the floor The girl plays with her phone A sound of a moving lift And a voice that says " Level five" was just so sweet in deed Some thought it was awkward silence But I thought maybe Just maybe there's a little beauty on this kind of silence Genuine silence So quiet While I am surrounded With Billions of thoughts Perhaps it is, Or maybe not Awkward I don't know! Who knows? Nobody, not even uncle Ben nor Aunt Lisa. But hey I'll ask you Do you enjoy it? Will you enjoy it? Or maybe disturb it? Or talk to that Blonde lady And ask her to use Mild perfume? Or sing a song? Or whistle But that time I just enjoyed it the silence inside the lift.