In the Quiet

I don’t miss the sun, I see it.
I don’t need to burn just to feel warm.
I don’t miss the fun, if that’s what you call it.
Life in the eye of the storm.
You meet on the corner, I stay at home.
It’s not being lonely, it’s living alone.
If life is right before your eyes,
I see enough from the inside.
I leave the streets to someone else
and let their feet play the rhythm —
That I dance to
in the quiet by myself.
Bliss in the quiet by myself.
I face these days just like you,
but don’t wish away time like everyone else.
I keep away from your hurricane
and close my doors to the rain.
And yes, life is right before your eyes,
but I see enough from the inside.
And so my heart becomes a home,
I make my own sweet bliss alone.
And leave the streets to someone else
and let their feet play the rhythm —
That I dance to
in the quiet by myself.