Humdrum life gnaws,
Monotony making her way daily,
Drumbeats promising adrenalin rush,
Conundrum to chase the music or bide time,
Flowery extravagant top dog existence,
Or rather side-lined underdog obscurity?
Ain’t possible to be master of all,
Each, his own master,
Thoughts behind the poem :- Noise appearing extravagant negates clarity. While silence even though appears simple and monotonous rekindles the spirit.