The Truth Speaker.
The voice that speaks in the silence
of my unheated room,
frost smoke in morning light and ice
crystals of judgment
that lacks passion, and logic too
has the seed of insanity,
the lunatic is so clear that his
view infects his psychiatrist.
the voice within is not always
reliable subjected as it is
on the mood of the day. Sunman, rainman even snowman
want a word in the interior drama of
talent and failure.
A dissonance of voices
around the conference table and
everyone is your copy…but you can´t listen
to them all,
a choice has to be made, the art is to
choose the right one.
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