The silence was deafening,
that's what they said when they wanted you to keep quiet,
so you would listen for something that was never really there to begin with,
believe in something that was likely nonexistent,
so they could send you off in pursuit of the far end of a rainbow,
knowing all too well that you could know happiness over here,
or here,
or anywhere but here,
But when they pursed their lips,
and when they offered you no sound advice,
they were making their best laid plans,
After all,
you had selective hearing,
this they were aware of,
They were not ones for talking heads,
or flaming lips,
they were of a tranquil might
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