They all have something to say.
Good or bad.
Clever or dumb.
I sit there just watching them
Their lips smacking
Tongues rolling , Pitches dancing
Their faces in erratic myoclonic fits.
Most of the time
They don't make any sense.
I don't think they even care
A captive audience is all they want
And lo behold I am ever-present.
Ears open, eyes big & bright.
I think my vice is I read too much.
Their annoyance if interrupted
Their disinterest in a new topic
A little groan when they do not relate?
But I could be overthinking
Over analysing as I always do.
Maybe they do want to listen
Maybe I'm the hermit.
The one who likes the turtle shell comfort.
Who would let them blabber on
Than tell them to stop being boring.
I never wished I had a captive congregation.
I do like listening to people.
Who said everyone needs to think like me.
Doesn't that make all of this worthwhile
The gazzilion different permutations of opinions?
All the same, they don't want to mould
They detest anyone's belief but their own
It's all shades of black and white
Right or wrong
Moral - immoral
Just or unjust
Option 1 or 2
Never a third or a compromise
Never a shade of grey
Blue, green or purple!
They all have something to say.
Friendly or formidable.
Intelligent or idiotic.
Howbeit, nobody is listening.
