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.
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