Bla Bla Bla

Wake up, check my phone,

Messages, a hundred tones.

Scrolling down, it’s all the same,

Words are flying, but who's to blame?

Coffee’s cold, my mind’s a haze,

Small talk fills up all my days.

“Hey, how are you?” “I’m just fine,”

But are we really? Never mind.

Round and round, we go again,

Talking loud, but what’s the end?

Noise and echoes, empty sound,

Are we lost or are we found?

Bla bla bla—talking circles, never landing,

Bla bla bla—same old words, no understanding.

Bla bla bla—can we find a way to feel?

Or are we just stuck on the wheel?

Sitting in a crowded room,

Everyone’s got something to prove.

Shouting thoughts, but no one hears,

Dancing shadows, drowning fears.

Got a story? Here’s mine too,

Who’s got time to listen through?

Jumping fast from thought to thought,

Do we mean the words or not?

Round and round, we go again,

Talking loud, but what’s the end?

Noise and echoes, empty sound,

Are we lost or are we found?

Bla bla bla—talking circles, never landing,

Bla bla bla—same old words, no understanding.

Bla bla bla—can we find a way to feel?

Or are we just stuck on the wheel?

Maybe if we slow it down,

Look around, just breathe it out.

Say what matters, lose the fluff,

Maybe that would be enough.

Bla bla bla—maybe silence says it better,

Bla bla bla—maybe words just make it wetter.

Bla bla bla—what if we just sat and stayed?

Would the world still spin the same?