From Under the Dust

It gets loud down here.
Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far away as
feet can carry.
From under the dust I hear every one of you,
from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking.
I know what you're saying.
It  was another time. I guess you were a friend of mine.
It was another time but
not much to recall.
From under the dust I hear every one of you,
from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking.
It isn't hard to tell at all.
I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.