My Chorus
My chorus is always performing.
It sings daily.
Multiple voices ringing aloud,
rarely in unison, chanting their own ditty.
Each nightingale croons
sweetly in my mind's ear.
I resist the temptation at conversation.
I turn my head like an antenna
to change the voices.
I often contemplate, is it a voice
or a random thought run astray?
It is difficult to differentiate,
I wish I could decrease the volume.
There must be some remedy
to dislodge my choir.
Until then, I will remain
an auditory audience
chained to this accompaniment.
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