Quiet goes the night
Loud as it is
No crickets or owl song
To fade away at first light
Helpful is the fan
That hums to lonely ears
Waiting for them to ban
The sounds of their endless static
With a flip of a switch
How then, does it trust
To be
When attention is only given when it can assist
Otherwise it's left alone to keep spinning, gathering rust
Shut down, energized
It's all on their whim
On, or off
They think they got it memorized
Then they change it once again
