Voices

I keep looking for a dream...

And in the absence of a confident mind,

I look to my heart.

But it fails me every time.

It doesn't even know what it likes.

It sounds so muddled.

I cannot understand it.

The voices that rise are so confused and scared.

I cannot understand it.

They try so hard to come clean -

To come clear.

They try so hard to make themselves heard.

They try and try and try.

I wish they’d stop altogether.

And take onto beating,

And not screaming,

So many things at once.

No more muddled voices.

Just silence -

Is what I seek at the present battering moment.

I want to be driven to look unto You.

For You’ll give me silence –

The comforting kind,

That settles all rousing voices,

And puts my heart at ease,

And not in the sickening sadness -

Of not being understood.