Who listens to chaos when the storms come? Who waits to make sense of voices that are unclear? Why do we expect sense to come from the white noise that we subconsciously surround ourselves with when we are afraid of being alone.
The storm and fury of talk and talk, and shouting, and all saying nothing when we should be trying to reach out to one another and make peace and be friends and share the experiences we all have of being delicately human.
Who listens to chaos when they are searching for compassion and a friendly word… No one now because ignorance should not be bliss. We are put on Earth as the family of Man, yet we treat each other as no better than savage animals lost in our personal hells of isolation and lonelyness.
Reach out and listen and ask for help and you can start to make sense of the chaos of the world around you… Reach out and be free, and help others to be free.
Words to the Wiseguys 