• It was a cold night and the streetlights were dim
    She was walking alone
    No sign or trace of him
    It was such a late hour, that not even the night-shifters were out Everyone was home
    And she was all alone
    Then out of the night, came a shadow
    One with a tricky demise
    It appeared right before the girl Giving her quite a surprise
    The girl, not knowing what to do Moved away from the shadow at hand
    So it held out its palm in front of her
    Still she deemed confused
    Silent was the shadow
    Not telling her what to do
    So the girl ignored its presence
    And continued on her way
    Just like she did the important things
    That came about her day
    Another night, quite some time later
    She came upon a mime
    Cold and lonely, on the road
    Begging for a few dimes
    And this puzzled the girl, for how could a mime be a beggar?
    And expressed this confusion to the mime
    And he just smiled and turned
    Not wanting to waste her time
    The girl was upset that he wouldn't explain
    In her arogance she forgot he was mute
    But later, back at home
    She thought again of this dispute And realized then, why the mime was a beggar
    He was silent
    Never spoke a word
    And yet everyone paid attention And that was because we, as people
    Focus on those things
    That aren't important or loud
    But when it comes to extreme matters
    We fade into the crowd
    And the girl began to cry
    As she remebered all the things Things she should've done right Things she instead, ignored
    Because it brought to much attention to her
    The girl then changed her life
    She was never again dismissing
    And when she saw people
    Pushing away their troubles
    She thought of what they were missing
    This world is filled with
    Shadows and Mimes
    Those giving and taking in silence
    And we, as people should recognize this
    Even if it will break our own silence