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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a space that should hum with focus, Where thoughts flow like ink on paper, I walk the halls, and what do I hear? The clatter of egos—loud, brash, A symphony of insecurity, Each voice a drum pounding louder, Drowning out the quiet rhythm of real productivity. Oh, the harshness of noise! Your chatter like chainsaws, Hacking away the sweet silence, The sanctuary where ideas bloom. Conversations compete like wild animals, Roaring for attention, But who’s listening? Who's doing it? I can’t hear my thoughts, Lost beneath the weight of your bravado, Your anecdotes, your grand proclamations, About deadlines, met and spreadsheets conquered, But all I see is the façade, The show of work, Not the act of working. It’s an orchestra of distraction, A cacophony of competition, Where silence is a crime, And whispers are for the weak. But listen! True strength speaks softly, In the space between breaths, In the echo of contemplation. But here you are, Standing tall, voice raised, As if volume equates to value As if the loudest in the room It is the most productive. It’s a mask you wear, But I see behind it— Just shadows, just noise, Just the harshness of insecurities masked as power. We chase the clock, Tapping away, thinking, We’re winning some races, But it's not a marathon, It’s a serenade, A melody of purpose, And you’re just playing the wrong tune. So, let’s pause. Lower the volume, Tune down the tumult, And Let the silence reign In this kingdom of commerce. Let whispers be the wings of ideas, Let the quiet be our battle cry, For in the stillness, we create, In the calm, we conquer— Let’s reclaim the space From the harshness of noise. Let’s work with purpose, Let’s make a change— Because the loudest voice It doesn't always win, Sometimes it’s the softest, The most profound, That ignites the fire Of true creation.
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