Never silent always chattering, whispers in the ear
I hear them so clearly, spill from somewhere inside
Many voices of the past, and the words I fear to speak
The person who I was, the person I attempt to hide.
Nothing more than sounds, until meaning is derived
Image forms to become belief, and behaviour becomes me
The person made along the way, down a path I didn't choose
To be the man I am today, the one I don't want to be.
To create something more, another experience of this world
Change the thoughts and then the words, actions may follow
To do what hasn't been done, to be what hasn't yet been seen
Yet here we lay staring into eyes, that remain always hollow.
Shadow grow across the sky, spread along the land
The visionary subsides, to return to nothing more
A moment of clarity stolen, engulfed by the clouds
The change halted, all that remains was there before.
Be part of the Hive discussion.
And you may be rewarded.
