Prevailing winds

There are days we live only for others and happy to share in ours, words of devotion even scars. Though I never presumed to know or even understand.. only pretend. But this time's not the same this unshakable thing, like a pain, is not pretending. A feeling that wakes you from a deep sleep real, whatever that is.. transcending all moments that came before you. Although still hear so clear, another voice, one that claims to be sane 'I didn't want this'. Damn all this weakness. The other says 'show me.., do not tell me in a whisper'. Like a drumbeat in the desert wind.. love is hard of hearing.