Noise
the noise is so distracting,
i can't focus on the
few words wanting out.
thoughts would whisper now,
can't hear them with a shout.
beat by the droning turbine,
exhausted by the bus' grunt.
who i am, who i will be,
lost somewhere in this din,
strung to this revelry.
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