As I sat still in silence,
and let it get intense.
I tried to listen to my heart,
to find a way out of the menace.
Eccentric though I may be called,
for talking to myself.
Blind is the world that can’t see,
my heart is who I go for help.
For patiently it listens.
And such secrets it knows thus.
Judging eyes left far behind,
it watches me make a fuss.
As I mess over words,
and tumble over tears.
Speak of my deepest desires,
And deepest of deep fears.
I speak to my heart,
and patiently I wait,
for answers that without words,
find a way to communicate.
