QUIET
The world is so full of things, things, things!
I'm sure we should all be as miserable as kings.
Thank God, I can go back to my bare little room
And get away from things on sale,
Loudspeakers, Musak, and my friend Emily-and-her-aching back.
You're everywhere, God, I know,
But I tend to lose You in crowds.
Then I go home to my quiet little room
And find You there,
Waiting for me.
I hope
It will be
Like that when I die.
