I was told to write these verses, the same way Noah was told to build an Ark;
I have a voice sitting on each shoulder, one lead by light, and one lead by dark.
There is a war taking place on my shoulders, good vs. evil, innocence vs. the bad;
One side makes me happy, one side makes me sad.
The light whispers words of hope, whilst the dark tries to lead me down the wrong path;
On the outside I may seem insane, when the voices make me laugh.
A sweet voice whispers “to the stars you are destined, there is no need to look back”;
The dark echoes words of doubt, trying to knock my dreams off track.
Whispers turn into verses, as words can write your prayers, opening an infinity of choices;
Screaming nightmares fight against my enlightened dreams, as I surrender to the voices.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012