Whispers of the left unsaid\ At once sour and droll\ Now disturb both my head\ And the innermost room of my soul.
A voice coming from below\ Crying truths from which I had fled\ On inquiries I more than once took to bed\ But had long decided to let go.
"Ignore me if you can," - it shouts at me\ "But you and I are one, and I know you cannot.\ Spare yourself the search for what you shall not find."
"What doesn't lie within - that, outside, you won't ever see.\ No eye, no ear, no hand could sense what you once sought\ For your entire life happens inside your mind."