Today, I sit alone at the corner of a café, I don't usually do this, As I hate to be in a crowded place, A place packed with people, Because people tire me at times. At this small space, People are chattering away, With their loud voices to be heard, As most people like to talk so much, I wonder if they also listen? I look around the café, I see all the different faces, Some are familiar, Some are not, They continue to talk and talk, With their annoying deafening voices, I wonder if we have to be loud, In order to heard? And now I am still at the café, Trying to conclude from what I see, Of why I find people are suffocating, Most of us now, Are really concerned of getting our thoughts expressed, While denying the needs of listening to others.
Arts can be more than just arts