The little voice in my head

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!