I have heard shadows whisper in the dark.
Or is it my imagination?
Or both – I do not know.
For I just hear what I hear.
I have heard my heartbeat, just sometimes,
And it feels strange, I do not know why,
As if it wasn’t there before.
I have heard my mind speak,
So much that it doesn’t seem to grow silent.
Why does my own mind’s voice sometimes annoy me so?
I do not know why.
After all this random ramble,
I wonder what I truly know.
And what I truly know,
Is only what I’ve heard.