Who are you? I know your voice
Which I’m sure I’ve heard before
Tell me if you want, you have a choice
I’m sightless, that’s for sure.
My 6th sense tells me I should move along
But I press you one more time
I’ve a dubious feeling there’s something wrong
And so I think about it in rhyme.
As I glide with the shadows on my way
I hear a shout behind me beckon
That voice calls me back without delay
What to do? Retrace my steps, I reckon.
Following the voice, I stumble on a crack
Steadying myself, I silently swear
The voice is growing louder, it’s an audio attack
My eardrums are thumping, it’s hard to bear.
Oh shit, that voice is in my head
The blind are leading the blind
I ask the voice to sing instead
Music might sound more kind.
A melody infuses with my sense of sound
Swaying, moving, longing to dance
I want to spin myself round & round
Not seeing but feeling & psychotic perchance.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 