Wonderfully Wild

When you're young you pray for any action to break out of the rut.. then you have children and are forced to grow up you worship any silence that briefly pops up you become addicted to it secretly wish for it would give a finger for a sliver of it then the last child moves out everything suddenly turns dry and dead but you get what you've wished for that silence sliver in your head funny how things come full circle in this whirlwind of a world then suddenly- out pops a grandchild and everything turns wonderfully wild and noisy again