There’s always a little voice that tells you what to do,

some people call it good

others not quite so,

yet there it is

that little voice

in my head…

it encourages me to fail and

yet, gives me courage to try

its weird, how we think,

that voice that is deep inside.

It’s me, for me,

it’s you… for you

and depending on how you are

its seems like its just right for you.

So here I am

with this thought;

the one that says that I am

the controller of my whole world…

that you are in my world; to be a part of my world.

That what you do has nothing to do with you;

and everything to do with me…

that somehow if I summoned the ‘power’

I could do as I wish and see your whole being

your history, and that somehow by doing so,

it would benefit me.

Today there is a right in the world that most recognize,

my little voice says ‘he will win’

and then I see the [masses] and

I begin to question the power of my mind.

How can this be??

How can I feel so powerful and then so weak at times;

is it just me?

Maybe the little voice in my head isn’t what I think it is…

maybe… it’s just me holding my tongue to those who…

who may not know.

That little voice,

that small little voice, so strong…

So weak.

Yet, so potent.