Things are getting louder
Louder and louder by the minute
And if I'd mind to listen
The voices would be infinite.
Yet, sometimes when I'm tired
The sleep takes all control
I dream the voices are all laid out
Before me in a neat row.
So I argue with myself
Always back and forth,
But since I do not choose to listen
I don't know what the words are worth.
And if it were up to me
To settle up this fight
This quarrel in my mind
Would continue on all night.