2006, Aug 10
Inner Voices
“I can hear the sounds, ” he said.
“What sounds?”
“Those far away sounds…”
“Huh?”
“The constant hum that fills my brain… If I concentrate, I can distinctly make out voices.”
“What sort of voices?”
“Hard to tell, but one day, I’m sure I’ll be able to try hard enough for me to understand them.”
“You really feel so?”
“Oh yes! But this is so tiring. Taxing. Drains me out completely.”
“Well, I for one, can’t hear anything!”
“Wait, I think I can make out this one clearly.”
“What does it say?”
“Darn, I was so close!”
“Try again! Try again!”
“Nope, not getting it now! But they are clearer when I’m fresh. They get muddled later on. I guess, the trick is to not try too hard.”
“Or is it?”
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at least we tried to make it
but in these days I’m so confused
oh my love, at least we had it
let me hold on to you
- Moby, At Least We Tried from the album 18