Familiar Voices

Voices of majority, where reasons drown in high frequency

Uneven ride of words rattle the sentiments from their core

Jostling for attention, every voice in unison speak in similar tone

With the illusion of identity; where there are none

Soul never has a chance to select the desired inflection

Time rushes in and deluges existence

Flowing hastily towards a chaotic confluence of stern statements

Idealistic definition of freedom floats around, teasing the heart

A pause and slight cringe speaks volume of lengthy apathy

False momentum decides the fate of a journey

The valves give passage for emotions to create a parallel eddy

Now that the voices sound familiar, the neglect cannot be measured



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