One day
I heard a voice in the far left ear
It only happens when I'm here
I arrive usually in the cold part of the year
In my left ear
I can't conceive whispering my name
Told me I saw thangs
Got me caught up in a strange range
In between states of conscience reality
Did I hear that voice or was it me?
One day
I heard that voice in the late of the night
Touched me on my leg no whisperer in sight
It just showed me things
In the distant heights
These things did pass
The voice uttered, "IT'S ALRIGHT".
One day
I heard another voice sounding strongly confused
Which left a dilemma
Which one to use?
The decision was hard
I had to meditate.
I'll listen to the touch.
The whisperer was a fake.
O.N.E.I.
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