QUIET!

I’m QUIET
Or so I’m told
QUIET?
Yet, I think I’m bold

Why must QUIET be so bad?
Does QUIET equal sad?
Because right now QUIET is Mad
Talking to talk is not talk at all
But why must I talk to walk tall

You label me QUIET
But I want to define
Still - Calm - Tranquil - Silent
QUIET - You say because I don’t speak
Let me assure you it’s not because I’m weak or meek

The quiet, the calm, the silence and still
The moment you actually use to prepare
That moment you have to think to yourself
And arrange all your thoughts like books on a shelf

The QUIET you see is no QUIET at all
Because inside my brain nothing stops nothing stalls
The reason for QUIET is that there is not
One simple and somewhat complete little thought
But many ideas that continue to spin
Many times they just never end

So that silence you hear
Lack of noise; void of words
Is QUIET - like that tree that falls
Did you see? Were you there? Was there sound to be found?

Cuz, I hear what you’re saying and I kinda agree
But inside I’m just not QUIET as can be
Cuz QUIET to me, is the tiniest sound
When that golden red leaf falls to the ground
And when I speak up, when I have something to say
That QUIET you thought just washes away

Cuz QUIET is more than no noise
Yes, QUIET is the calm and the storm
QUIET is Rain running - Hail bouncing
Thunder booms and Lighting strikes
QUIET is the whistling wind
And waves crashing on the shore
Yes, QUIET is such a bore

But I’m quiet
Or that’s what I’m told
Quiet!?
I’m BOLD.

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