Myriad suns have set and risen
The silence follows
Do I make a difference
I ask myself
A myriad moon have risen
And again my heart dips into the abyss
Could I make a difference
I ask myself
Relentlessly the ocean hits the shore
The salty wind breezing past into oblivion
Should I try to make a difference
I ask myself
With no one near and none to judge me
I cry my lungs out on the mountain top
Whether I make or not a difference
I tell myself
Written for
Friday Writings #144: To speak up or stay silent?
