• The Voices / by Omer Toledano

    The voices keep telling me
    That I know nothing of love
    It tells me to stay away
    That I do not belong in this realm
    Every fiber in my being says “Don’t do this!”
    “Go home! Relieve yourself.”
    The voice tells me that it is true
    It is not for me
    It is a mess
    Even the strongest like yourself
    Fail to keep balance
    One big delusion created
    To maintain momentum
    Propetuation
    To keep the wheel in motion
    It is not for you
    Sit in the back seat
    And enjoy the scenery

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