The Void

I enter into the void searching for solitude, but I can never be alone Often in this space are gathered a multitude of many spirits long dead & gone They petition for the right & chance to be heard, for they have many things to say They go on chirping like a forest full of birds welcoming the light of coming day The messages are clear like clean windows so they're easy for you to see Nothing at all like the lies opaque by design holding you back from being free I see the truth in their words & hear the thoughts that are hard for them to tell I just lend them my vehicle that can't be bought & provide current for them to sail Some of their stories are vivid & easy like a dream as I've gotten used to it Sometimes others don't quite know what they mean, but I do my best to intuit Life is an interesting ride full of many roads often going unseen Similar to a dresser drawer full of many clothes that have never been seen