I left so many things unsaid Maybe it's better that way This time I find silence more intelligible Than the arguments of would-be philosophers After a while all those voices grow confusing And I don't want to add to the din
There's something clear and explicit In the solemn hush of the grave I'm not sure if the dead are deaf or mute Maybe they're just aloof The seclusion of the graveyard Exaggerating their indifference But that hardly explains mine
I'm just tired of offering opinions All those empty words And I'm still not sure of my purpose I feel vacant and drained And there's nothing ambiguous about that
