Dec 2016
I want your voice to take my thoughts away
I want your voice to lead me for the day
But I don't like who I am, when I listen to you.
I don't like who I am, nor do I like what I do.
For though your voice is melodic, and hypnotic,
and far more artful than mine (moaning and neurotic),
the trouble is that you don't really know me,
you cannot hear what I say,
and though your art goes on,
I am wasting away.
As even though you write, with body, mind and soul,
you're anaesthetising me, and I'm losing control.
A billion voices in support of their cause
A billion voices firing without pause
Today I choose to turn you off,
to forsake the never ending search
I choose the voices,
with which I can converse
I choose the voices,
that can see me getting worse.
I want your voice to lead me for the day
But I don't like who I am, when I listen to you.
I don't like who I am, nor do I like what I do.
For though your voice is melodic, and hypnotic,
and far more artful than mine (moaning and neurotic),
the trouble is that you don't really know me,
you cannot hear what I say,
and though your art goes on,
I am wasting away.
As even though you write, with body, mind and soul,
you're anaesthetising me, and I'm losing control.
A billion voices in support of their cause
A billion voices firing without pause
Today I choose to turn you off,
to forsake the never ending search
I choose the voices,
with which I can converse
I choose the voices,
that can see me getting worse.
Welcome to this presentation of rhyming thoughts. I have trie to make it so that I really do believe each thought I have written. It is not really poetry in any sense that I understand. Yes, there are a few tired cliches, but there is not much more in the way of imagery or lyrical expression. I think of it more as an aide-memoire. For the purposes of aiding memory, I hope that the rhyming and scanning helps. All that notwithstanding, I hope you enjoy.
