Voice -

superior voice

thunders from the void

the weight of the word

you’re paranoid

you fear chance and the choice

you’re at home watching TV

you don’t know the name of the ghost you raise

even though you take every word as praise

you don’t know

no you don’t know

outside the cusp

it escapes

you reach out

it dissipates

hope that’s lost in static noise

longing for anything but joy

you don’t know

no you don’t know

you don’t know the name of the ghost you raise

even though you take every word as praise

you don’t know

no you don’t know