[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Full of Noise

The clustered world we live
The bumbling flaws we forgive

So much noise

Noise is horrible and gets everywhere
People's minds are its own special lair

But noise is not always unpleasant

It can be beautiful and link
If the voices become in sync

However, 'tis a cruel reality

And most wars are decided by volume
Independence and force take victory home

There are two types of noise

Are you one to be drowned out by others?
Are you part of the background noise?

Or

Are you a victorious noise
Have you become your own, independent voice?