I sense voices talking to me
But what they say I fail to hear.
They talk too fast, too much, too loud.
And what they say is far from clear.

A girl is murdered in Iraq,
A popstar breaks and shaves her head
The wars are won, yet peace is lost;
And Blacksburg Town still mourns its dead.

Screaming headlines and ”live” reports
And then endless online chatter.
Sometimes at night I ask myself:
Does anything really matter?