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The voice inside my head

The voice I hear is not the voice of reason.
The voice I hear is not the voice of wisdom. 
Why do I listen to it? 
Why can't I just ignore it? 
It used to give me joy, and some reason to move on. 
But now it only whispers empty words.

Why do I listen to this voice? 
Why can't I just ignore the words? 
Well, I guess it's in my head to stay. 
But why, oh why do I have to listen?

// Lady IceRose

Bild: Min trädgård, sommaren 2009.