It was just another day,
only observing, nothing to say.
But then I heard a sound
and was pulled below the ground.
Deep inside I went,
from within, that message was sent.
The distractions were gone along with their noise,
I was finally reunited with my own voice.
It told me stories from the past,
the marvelous memories that didn't last.
Then it shifted my view
by stating that even this moment won't remain new.
Had used a hockey stick and a blanket to make a tent,
yeah, I could build my own present.
Cherishing what had happened before,
I stood up and opened the door.
Outside I went of the comfort zone
which then I realized wasn't even my own.
Just had to burst those bubbles,
that were welcoming different troubles.
Opinions floated around in the air
but what my voice held, I needed to hear.
Voice was hungry, it wanted good food
which consisted of introspection and a calm mood.
No wrong in belonging to different categories of fools
and searching for the right rules.
Under the glory of the spectacular sky,
we talked, my inner voice and I.