Life.
The sound never rests.
It is sometimes loud and
sometimes soft,
but always there.
Everyone has heard it for
at least a moment or two.
But they easily allow it to
mix in with the other sounds.
They soon forget it ever existed.
I always hear it.
Constantly reminding me to get up
or lay down, to stay in
or go out.
I cannot ignore the sound.
It follows me to even the
most secluded closet.
But I am quite alright with this.
For one day my ears will
die, like my body,
and the sound will
go away
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