The people within talk.
In their loudness, there is a lovely silence.
The people within worry and worry, and work and work.
The people in the hall, they speak in hushed whispers.
The hushed whispers are so loud that I cover my ears.
The people in the hall worry and worry, and work and work.
In the midst of the worry, I close my eyes and fade away,
The People in the Hall haunting my empty mind eternally.