Are you too busy with your life
to stop and think for what and why
you are given a phantom soul within
unlike a rat that grows to multiply?
Or would you rather say,
it is your purpose too?
Are you too busy with your work
from dawn to dusk or vice versa
to rest and wonder when and how
you would justify the nights and days spent?
Or would you rather be
happy being selfish till the end?
But if you disagree and go on claiming
that you have time to stop and rest
and that you have time to think and wonder
then someday you might know it is true
that pure silence has its own music too
sweeter than any tunes heard
and pitch black darkness has an inner hue
brighter than any colors seen.