I am surrounded by a thousand voices.
Each one I desired to hear,
To have them tell me how to make my choices
Because I am too riddled with fear.
So here I am, in the place I longed to stand,
Mind blurring as the thoughts race;
My mouth screaming as my ears are covered with my hands.
And I suddenly know, loitering in this place
My own thoughts are the ones I need to hear;
My own desires, and the dreams
I never clung to or held near.
I wish I could go back to when they were new, but it's too late it seems.
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