Nothing if not thoughtful

In an underground an instant
Its been silent since beginning walking over ground
Loud now liking places never seen
and ever been and often called a way back home
maybe even to a real God.
Finding what it means to give
Looking for the seeds to sieve
Listening to a bird that shouldered on the words I've been going over
Learning how the more it can be always sees the back of envy
Living it the second of the day
Opening up the random
Choosing
Watching all the winning losing
Answering to silence
Turning it up.