Talk to the Hand

Talk to the Hand

Talk to the hand, my ears are closed,

No need for chatter, no tales exposed.

Your noise is static, a passing sound,

I’ve found my peace; it’s where I’m bound.

The world’s too loud, it never slows,

But I’ve learned to pause, to let it go.

No arguments, no battles to fight,

Just quiet waters, calm and light.

Talk to the hand, let the echoes fade,

This calm is the choice I’ve made.

Not every voice deserves my ear,

I choose the whispers I hold dear.

So speak if you must, but understand—

Your words stop here; talk to the hand.