TALKING TO OURSELVES

Echoes from the halls or inside the mind, bouncing sounds don't have to be unkind

Open minds meander with  thoughts left to wander,  pebbles begin in quarries

Born with a babble so we continue to ramble,  answering back if so inclined

Laughing or crying is for us to hear not for us to fear,  revealing ourselves we  take new inventories  

Endless questions lead to rebounding answers,  out loud responses not always refined

Many align it with madness others lean towards genius while we are fine with our own categories  

Ceiling and four walls have no feeling,  songs flat or unappealing,  but reading or singing out loud breathes new life to mankind

Mindless morning,  dreams are secrets inside a dream until given a voice,  speaking is releasing those memories

Boring day not the way when we can tell ourselves to play,  sound out a solution from the same old grind  R.C.