I’ve heard voices for years
saying… be like that
and most of the time ignored
the fact
it doesn’t matter when weeping.
I’ve spent time sweeping
dirt in a factory of dreams
hearing voices saying…
be like that
the one who turns and walks
not ready to talk.
I’ve been walking on an edge
of candles lighting the way
easily falling time after time
trying to say, be like that
while dancing in a ballroom
alone
hearing voices..
