Land of noise (Poem)

Oh, what a strange feeling has befallen me within

Obscure pressure has me jump out of my skin

Oh, what had me thinking, stretching out my curious hand

Now I’m stuck here waiting in this ever noisy land.

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The young ones pollute the silence with mere sounds, just vowls

And once they’ve grasped their language, I still don’t get their growls.

You’d say the solution’s easy, just get English-speaking friends

But of those who seemed quite capable only very few made sense.

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So this is my mental downfall and it has a huge extend

‚Cause even my English level is not where I had planned.