Are you are bored, wishing laughter...even hilarity,
Then think of the trillions of humanity
wandering this floating orb talking to themselves;
within their minds, an inner conversation...unceasing,
commenting, or asking a question, then answering
themselves.
How peculiar to think of us all walking around
Chattering like the magpie without making a sound,
Addressing someone, something, or maybe nothing,
Forming words unspoken from the quantum unknown,
Whether they be insane, mundane, or highly honed.
From beginning to end the minds will talk,
To inwardly praise, punish or mock,
Albeit English, Chinese or Portuguese...
Convalescing in random of its own volition
Our anger, our fears, or foolish desire, the chatter
will seize..
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