Another one of those poems that came to me while I was out and about. Inspiration can be found anywhere, it seems.
Our Loud World
To modulate your intake
Of the world in which you live
To filter all that input
It’s not such an easy thing
In every public sphere and place
Where humanity congregates
There is always such cacophony
So many things that surround you
How do we take all of this?
How do we see what’s good, what’s bad?
To tell what is important
In some situations, it can be hard
Some people they can just shut off
Create a surrounding sphere of calm
In the busiest places in our world
It’s their survival mechanism
The rest of us we have to cope
With this sensory overload
And all of my fellow introverts
We rejoice when we’re back home.