9 November, 2010

music in mind

paul belcher

This overture
Of signals, mixed messages
Voices talking in my head
Conversations conspicuously
Chatter in the mind
Playing notes of a different kind
My consciousness
Registering every word said
Talking to me talking of conspiracy
Connections patterns of thought
Ever chanting constantly
Eternally babbling some make sense
Some mislead which ones to follow
Indispensable which voices to keep
And which to disconnect
Now exchangeability almost
Who to become
Execute the voices where they”ve come from
Consolidate any resistance
Making voices unite into one
Recover your own thinking
Bringing it to one
Right your own overture
Keep it to your own

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