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Cacophony of sound is in my bones
Spent days with just myself with which to talk.
And feeling lonely makes one feel alone.
So down the road I go for a long walk.
In search of quiet time and beer to drink,
For muses in this silence speak to me.
Within a pub, I sit myself to think
Beside these folk alive I seem to be.
They drink, are merry, and so full of joy,
They shout their silence, and they make me whole.
The muse within me loneliness destroys,
No longer do I feel that I am sole.
When in a group the solus settles in,
Go find a pub, for muses live within.