Voices In My Head
Ah yes, the calm before the storm is brewing, looking outside to see the clouds. As they shift back and forth I see the calm before the storm, and that explains it.
That's why things were not working out right, and I felt restless, the syndrome has occurred.
It's not that I didn't or I couldn't anymore. Rest assured all is calm before a typhoon hits and washes out to sea all those left outside. Am I the only one left? Hello, is there anybody there? Or is it just the voices in my head?
Consequences come hard, and we have to face them. It might not look like it we have consequences from our actions, but we do.
There is an agreement made, binding and limiting our movement. Which enable us powerless, powerless to stop the flow.
The mighty river rages and the sea sprays up foam, and yet none to calm her down. Voices in my head.
Blow wind blow, heap a head full of coals upon them. Let them know they are in for the fight of their lives. You'd better bring your A game, this one might knock you out. I can hear the countdown, " 1, 2, 3" and finally, "you're out!"
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