To tell a story
How could you take that story
And tell it with a voice so boring?
How could you read about passion
And make me feel nothing?
Your name is a black spider on the page
Among them so many sleep awake.
I hear you, human, I hear you try
To tell a story, but you're blind,
You think and hope you do your best,
But you are coward like the rest,
Who live and breathe, and age, and die
All in a state of being blind,
Of being humans to the bone.
To tell a story takes a lot more
Feeling and thinking outside the box
Outside the normal current of thoughts
Outside the calm, safe side of the world
Filled with echoes, and whispers, and moans.
I am so shy, so stressed out to tell
For I fear I still can't do it well
For my voice is not strong enough to give a sound
To those echoes of dreams that haunted me down.
I am a teller, I never get home
One road to another I travel alone
You may well lie to others
Saying you can narrate
But your voice fades to silence
And they forget what you said.
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