Solemn Silence.

Racing crowds with legs and wheels,
Moving mouths and chattering minds,
A false grandeur of surviving by following,
Its all noise. Its all a dishonest chaos.
Isn't there a way out?

There is one way out, it is transitory
To escape this meddlesome noise,
To climb into any vehicle and go to her,
She who makes a house a home.
Oh mother, you are a solemn silence.