I feel strange
I want to be strange
But am i right to be?

Every night before i close my eyes
I feel like a god
No aphrodisiacs
No strong waters
No warm man
Only a cloud of voices in my head

I hear them every night
Whenever i close my eyes
Children, old men, mothers
They say things to me
Though i hear them
I never can understand them
They speak all at once

Who are you?
Are you the voices of the souls
I stand for?
I wish i knew
I wish i could tell.


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