Why I Love a White Noise

A crowd so white I searched everywhere Found none but noises white and grey Why I wish for a crowd to stamp my head to ground? And make me realize the taste of soil Its soild pills, stale heat, and still roots Once again for ever I know once I held my head high as a flag in whitewashed castles floating as a kite Now I need to kneel Down under my feet I love to crawl once again At least once like a snake If not a gentle silver lizard And to predict the lies And to erase the truths I preyed in my own darkness It is all white now White as in white noise Grey as in grey cells Black as in black boxes Green as in green games Yellow as in pale yellows But ends meet on a white noise