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