In the fast-paced world of now

let us stop for a moment and think

of what's behind all this din

take a deep breath or two and blink.

I wonder at how infinitesimal we are

less than a speck of dust in the universe

We hold ourselves so high, yet

we're just another hair in a purse

We see, we hear, we open our mouths

and let gibberish flow unctuously out

But do we observe, listen, and truly believe

the jumble of sounds we shout?

Still, meaning transcends through time

or so I would like to presume

Peering around our hazy world

I'd say, pause and please lower the volume.