My ears are ringing
The village is singing
A toon that’s all about you
When you appear from your mirror
A pin could drop
Snake’s sliver in silence
Inescapable noise
Their words can be like swords
Crickets chirping
Drama kings and queens thrusting on your blood
The looks and judgement cut like a knife
The masses can be nasty towards other human life
But my dear,
Don’t let dim your shine...