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 I'll always be there Read to me a story now Can you sing your lullaby Growing weary I'll be yours now How can I be sure if I am me and you are you It's hard to say Go away