The voice of the soul
Quiet and dark
Soft and muffled
Waiting for ur cue
Niggling and nagging
Twitching and switching
Squirming and turning
For once it wants to be told
To be out in the open
Not in the shadows u hide
Not to be a whisper in the dark
It needs to be heard.
The voice is the source
Of the mind's discourse
no more "off u go",
For once it needs to be told...
no more ,"go.go,go
sensations mingle to the fore
afraid it might u gore
The voice of the soul
Some questions need to be asked
no use in leaving it masked
leaving one in the middle of gasps
bursts of fresh air need to go down the mind's alley
why a r u playing to the fools galley
in ur soul 'lies ur goal
come out to the open sky
Let ur mind fly and fly
Shorn of fetters binding u down
listen to that voice
tellings of the soul
The fellings of the fortress of the mind
The selling of all the lies
to all the ties,that bind.
