Chatter

Chitter, chatter, scream and shout,
words are spoken, words left out.
All this ideal chatter do we human breed, and to what ends does it even bring? To fill the air with nonsence,
just so we feel there is communication.
Useless words uttered one after another,
time wsted second after second, and yet many leave this life feeling short handed, wishing to say all the thins they neglected. Yet on goes the chatter.