drums of the ears

give me a beat and land on my feet

what did i hear you say and what did you mean

exactly by that blank of full stare?

do I dare play your game and try to read your mind

or do I let the rhythm of your voice and words

be the force that guide me into another day

where neither rain, or sun is what i see in the sky

how much did I hear and how much did i miss

what was stated? am I not a good listerner

am I only as good as the voices that talk

within my own being?

dare to speak and dare to clean my

volumes out and what is left to hear?