Are we the philosophers who ask why we ask?
Are we these dreamers who sigh deeply asking nights for romance?
Do you hear a song in my words or is it just something read in your head?
With no lyrical quality unfolding as it’s said
By your inner voice
As it’s silently read aloud
I want to connect so bad to this audience I have
I know keeping isolated makes it hard to get elevated
But I know my words have meaning and value
If I’m only able to translate these songs in my head to something relatable or even to just a few of you
Even with ego so inflatable it is highly debateable and always
Moving undoing and redoing
Lost with being found
Illuminated by breaking narrative