Finding the Deep Voice Within

He was standing, alone I was feeling concerned, in some way. People are slave of their own emotions. Stories are told in ages, scripted in revelations. I was listening to a song, a lyric full of sadness Lots of songs I listen to, lots of lyrically rich songs. He was singing for a helpless soul; in an undertone. He was a question mark of my should and should not. Finding the deep voice within seems like a dream With all those distractions along, all those limitations. Life, a never-ending quest of aspirations, unfolds slowly Towards a motivation, as fate is yet to be known.