silence induced

Left of the center and not alone.
The streets they meander away from home.
The things that we look at to set the tone,
more noise than light, more hidden than known.

From out of the blue a vision renewed,
from the depths of shadows a voice resumed,
breaking the quiet that lately assumed,
truncating the silence long since induced.

Hold on to the recent and not the news,
forget the regrets and the ends left loose.
A line left dangling and never to use,
forget the upset and the anger, the blues.

very random collection of words. i think the main point is how quiet is something that is very unusual in our lives, even though we tend to take it for granted. it's something that we try very hard to create for ourselves at times, and then we get scared by it. should we be more afraid of what's breaking the silence? well surely this isn't really about that. it just seems like a good justification.