Dwelling Beneath the Ambience

Dwelling beneath the ambience
A house below the noise.
A shelter from my surroundings.
I battle for my poise.

Dwelling beneath the ambience
The sound takes my soul astray
Trying to stay hidden.
Because the world is to far away

Dwelling beneath the ambience
I can hear the birds and trees.
I can feel my old self crying
As I succumb to the disease.

Dwelling beneath the ambience
The last home that I will know.
I wish I could have saved me.
But Death demands his toll.

© 2006 Antony Plocido