Whispers

Verse 1

There was
a time
Of continuous hesitation

Layers of thought,
They ran
only so deep

Travelling the
tracks
Social norms, our
consultation
Incessant
concerns
So insular, obsolete

Chorus

There is not much time
left to worry
There will be
enough time to dare
To seek out
the whispers and stories
I caught
a glimpse - I want to be
there

Verse 2

There is a
place
Of fleeting
illumination
Almost in our
grasp
Just one mighty leap

The
whispers are ideas
The stories,
exploration
The view,
ever-changing
Once found is yours
to keep


© 2007 Koshowko