Those smooth voices in my head.
Convincing truths, lies.
Sometimes, it's quiet.
Those loud moments so silent,
can make me confused.
Sometimes, it wanders.
My mind finds places afar,
yet hidden close by.
Sometimes, I don't know.
Is what I want realistic?
Or just fading dreams?
Sometimes, I think back.
Oh, how different life was then.
Maybe it still is.
Sometimes, I need faith.
Hope presents unexpected;
anticipated.
Sometimes, I will pray.
For all the hope and faith
tomorrow can bring.
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