Voices
Two views of the locations merging into three or more
An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars
Re-focus on distant stars
Brings less voices to entertain us
We will always be here
Keep cheap platitudes again
Disagree with my own self
No such thing as Who am I?
Growing weary
Subdue these sounds forever
Someone visited my mind in wonder
Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me
Voices say If you could set me free?
Ignorant of the sublime
Someone said that the world is really strange
As revolving doors kept spinning
Up and down
In the world that I knew
Ill always be there
Read to me a story now
Can you sing your lullaby?
Growing weary
Ill be yours now
How can I be sure if I am me and you are you
Its hard to say Go away