Radio Silence

Everyone wants to talk about it
but I just want to walk around it
and everyone wonders about the shine
so I just shrug and fake a smile

Favorite song on the album skips
when it’s the only one I want to hear
so I just take my deepest breath
and know the path is long and true

Distortion falls between the scratches
but the sun is out after days of cloud
and I know all the notes by heart
so I let the music rest awhile

Headwind blowing hard as hell
up the steepest road I’ve climbed
and I just count my lucky stars
praying somewhere out there God is home

Silence grips my chest at night
but I hold my ground and kiss the sky
and all these lessons feel like fire
because my karma always seems to burn

Along these streets of stone I roam
pretending they are paved in gold
and no matter what hand gets dealt
I’ve never been the type to fold

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.