Ah that civilized voice, which shepherds the flock, Soothingly guides us to its sweet stock When we consume excess, the body quite ill, Assures us, “That’s okay, just take a pill” Neglects a plain fact, with which we wrestle, One is obliged to their life’s vessel
Such a reverent voice, which comes from a mob, Compels us to find a decent job When we become burnt out, the work turning grey, Consoles us, “You just need a holiday” Quite strange to me, how most people can’t see, One cannot be both secure and free
Such a self-righteous voice, which sings from a screen, Shows us what real love ought to mean When we are depressed, and our hearts lack their zest, Affirms, “Not your fault, you deserve the best” Seems we’d rather be right, than understand, One ought to learn rather than demand
Perhaps, if we took out some more time alone, We could all hear that quiet voice of our own Replacing the words, that we’ve always adored, With an inner guide, that's too often ignored For the voice we need for humans to last, Reflects on itself, yet holds on fast Shines on forth...but remembers its past
