A Small Room

An unending road shared by millions, a small windowless room. Surrounded by chattering jaws and the hands of the grasping hoards. We are a cosmic joke, an infinite jest. All the quiet in the world could never drown out the relentless waves of sound that fills my head. It gives me reason to never speak again. But what else can be done in this room? This room is all but a tomb. Is this all there is? Just let it all end.