Listen to 

Your prophets 

However they may 

Fall

Listen to the 

Breeze

Which blow inside the tower

That is 

Your mind 

Listen to the rain 

The wind 

The snow 

The mountains 

And the trees 

And if you can’t 

Listen 

At least 

Stop talking 

For a moment 

The sea is the sea

The sky is the sky 

And somewhere 

You can float

Between

If you would 

Just 

Stop

Kicking your legs 

And splashing 

Your mind

This ticket

You hold 

As yet

Has not burnt 

However much 

You try to smash 

Your mirrors 

Glance up 

At the flickering light 

And stop 

Pretending 

You’re so 

Goddam important 

You are 

Everything

And nothing

And no one 

Likes 

A know

It all