From Spica's Frequency:

Tower of Babel Redefined

Know the confusion of voices, 

know the jumbling,

spoken to you in a daze of uncertainty.

Heed the babel 

that stands as sound with no tower,

the chaos of speech swaying to and fro.

Know the mix-up 

of words spoken at odds,

when no words seem to match reality.

Know the vocalizations 

that spin around inside your head, 

looking for a landing.

Know the disconcert 

of messages never ceasing, 

that you strive to understand.

Know the baffled feeling of indecision

when confronted with too many choices.

No need to interpret a foreign language;

they’re only the commands of your own conscience.