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I hear the voices

They are calling me

Am I going out of my mind

Or do I hear the past reaching out

Stepping back I see who I was

How I lived and it was fine

But it was then and this is now

And the boy is a man

The spirit yet battered and bruised

It still glows

Not as intense but the fire still yearns to escape

To erupt into a ball of energy

Shadows dance around with the sun leading the way

Dialing up a breath with every thought

A life with each step into the past

Each beat a second in time

I hear the words spoken by familiar voices

All are one

All are the same but different

Yet the words familiar

The voices calling me are mine

Words I have said coming back

To haunt or remind

Or to show me who I am

Ghosts from yesterday

Guiding the way to tomorrow

Whispering what you want to hear

That the way is right, even when it’s not

So sail away to yesterday

Find tomorrow

Live today and listen to the voices

Yes, they are in your head

Walker