A look into the life of Warren Davis

Shh, quite now, quieter still
Each passing moment, perusing by
Decibels of ambient noise rise exponentially
Bodies squirm, moved by unkempt thoughts

The peace will be broken soon
Fragile glass falls, shattering
Nudged gently off the shelf
No accident, certainly not

Who could blame
Who wouldn't want to shatter it
The daunting, horrendous peace
Leaving nothing to gleam but self-reflection

Swept quickly under the rug
No one will miss what gems might have been
Turn the music back up, louder still
Here the processed thoughts of others
Rather than our own dark light