Killing me with their meaningless blumbers
Feel like screaming and breaking off
Running to a spot and do some real work.
The blabbers evade a stand
Instead leech on other plans grand
Stop talking. Start living.
Every time in this waste of substance
Why do I get a headache in their careless stance?
Perhaps the spirit tries to break free.
I want to make something beautiful
We need the driver to wake up!
For the time being though,
A sweet tinkling saves me from the mess
A silent presence that never fails to remind me who I am
And grateful I am to the whole Universe,
To anyone and everyone for this blessing
A blessing she is indeed.