The little voice in my head
Is always a chattering
Words rumbling at every pondering
Like beans in a can
They scream, yell and whisper
Words that only I can hear
Urging me to take a stance
A view point if I have
How often do I ignore it
For guts I somehow can’t find
Fickle is my mind dear
How much do I close my eyes?
I can see it coming
Aware I always am
The want somewhere has weakened
The will somewhere is gone
Build me up I pray
The will to do strengthen
To follow the voice inside me
To do what is to be done
I know I am a seeker
One who wants to take a stand
Without so many answers
Some questions I don’t understand
Procrastination is my sickness
It seems to pull me down
Losing out on the moment
Eventually it is gone
Wish I could control them
At will, or click, or go
But the voices in my head don’t listen
They only speak some more
How do I learn to channel
The words this voice does speak
Act well in good judgment
A kind deed seek
I must somehow admit though
They’ve never let me down
The voice in my head
Are words from far above
One that we all ignore
Telling us what to do
To act right at the right time
I am very sure and so are you!
