I sink
deeper
into the recesses of my mind
with every thought
I fall
further
into the recesses of thought
with every mind
I tread lightly upon the sky
for fear of leaving foot prints in the quicksand of time and space
I whisper to the cacophony of all within their embrace
only what the cacophony of all, whispers to me
so why be surprised that it does not listen.
for it does not listen, to what it already knows.
deeper
into the recesses of my mind
with every thought
I fall
further
into the recesses of thought
with every mind
I tread lightly upon the sky
for fear of leaving foot prints in the quicksand of time and space
I whisper to the cacophony of all within their embrace
only what the cacophony of all, whispers to me
so why be surprised that it does not listen.
for it does not listen, to what it already knows.
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