IS IT ME THAT I LISTEN TO,
IS THIS VOICE THAT RESIDES IN MY HEAD
THIS BROKEN RECORD,
PLAYED OUT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
IS THIS VOICE ME, THIS LACK OF COURAGE
THE CONSTANT EXCUSE SO I WOULD NEVER MOVE
FROM THE VOICE. CONSTANT FEAR, OF SOMETHING NEVER TOO FAR BEHIND OR TOO FAR AHEAD.
IS IT ME THAT'S AFRAID OR THE VOICE,
SCARED TO BE UNCOVERED,
SCARED OF LOOSING CONTROL,
SCARED THAT I WILL BREAK LOOSE AND LIKE BEADS OF A NECKLACE BROKEN BY DESTINY
FLOW AWAY TOWARDS NOTHINGNESS.
VOICE CANNOT CROSS THAT PLAIN.
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