All this
Noise is
Drowning my inner
Silence

It's all so cluttered,
And fakes abound
Yes, the phonies
Are still running
Most of the show

But amidst the chaos
There's some real I have found
Whose smiles are genuine
No matter what part
Of the machine they know
  (you find them in)

Looking left and
Looking right
To gauge the steps
That keep us tight

Is doing something together
The same as not being apart?

But it does make the day -
And the night -
Go by
Until they're
Too old to
Change course