Sometimes I just sit with my headphones on,
Listening to the ambient sounds in the background of music,
The the mumbled voices that pass me by,
The creaking of the walls as the breeze rolls over,
And I can make out these sounds,
these voices,
calling out,
escaping the ambiance,
Begging to be heard.
And what do they say?
I hear them say what needs to be heard when I need it most.
I hear “hold onto hope,” “hang on, you've searched for so long,”
“You will find it!”
And I trust them.
They are what helped me find the line between right and wrong
But just as soon as these voices come to be, They're gone.
-The Insomniac
It's why I continue to listen,
song after song,
Trying to pick out these words telling me to search on.
Though I know It's all in my head.
It's amazing what the human mind is capable of.
We try to make voices out of every sound we hear,
Faces out of every image we see.
Every image and sound we take in is bent to be what we want it to be.
All reality... is subjective.
Based on our subconscious desires,
What we truly want!
It's beautiful.
A combination of science and poetry.
And just what is it that I truly want?
Just what could it be?
Well, every voice that I hear does sound like a certain somebody.
And every person I see in the distance resembles her in both face and body.
Maybe I'll just throw my headphones back on and get lost in the sea of ambient sound.
Let my subconscious talk to me through the background of the music until my answer is found.
Just waiting for the subtle whispers to... Wait!
There it was, this is it!
Her voice.
Now my Voice.
But what am I saying?
It's so unclear, I wish I could just dive into the sound-waves and see,
Please! Speak up, give me some clarity!
Then I hear it.
I hear my mind telling me what I need to hear,
and I agree.
It says “Only with you can I truly be me.”
- The Insomniac