Whispers seeping.
Song notes tapping.
Noises echo within.
Silent thoughts,
wander forth,
grow and resonate,
on distant tones,
that take flight.
Ramble on,
don’t stop wandering.
Walk a little faster,
don’t stop til it’s all over.
Keep those feet moving;
mind neatly focused.
Don’t drop your guard;
and lose sight of the prize.
It matters not, what you have is gone,
long before you realize.
Nothing left, that’s all right;
you’ve still got yourself,
at the end of the night,
to reach the depths that only dwell,
within those hearts of stone.
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