If I Knew How I Would Whistle

If I Knew How I Would Whistle

by Elizabeth Challinor

Souls screaming behind seemingly serene scenes of human functionality

Souls deaf to their own screams

Too busy to hear their drowning dreams

Ploughing through ocean upon ocean of triviality

No time to question their own sanity

Never mind that of society

Striving every day

For that tenuous equilibrium

As for me

I observe

But I am not above the fray

Singing in the open air helps sometimes

Elizabeth Challinor