When was the last you stopped to hear the silence?

Away from the  daily distractions of our lives,

In search for the next best thing,

The quickest pleasure,

The fastest ease. 

Selling out our true selves to fit with the 

Bombarding images 

Contradicting our minds and hearts

To flow with the crowd, 

Sometimes, to get ahead.

Some are afraid to go against the grain

When it causes some setbacks and delays. 

How do we choose between the forks in our lives; 

Between the weathered path presenting the noise

To block the voice in our head, 

Or the overgrown trail whose leaves

Crunch underneath our feet,

Creating a silence you can feel. 


Which path are you least afraid of?

And why?