I can't imagine when a great thing didn't come from a whisper
A whisper of the wind...
A whisper of the body...
A whisper of the mind...
I can hear whispers
My revelation is why the host can't hear theirs
Their 'conscious' actions deviated and permeated by a world that doesn't understand itself
The whisper of the wind may mean rain
Rain births new beginnings which rid us of thoughts provoking loneliness and depression
The whisper of the body
Is vagrant chemistry, timid's enemy
Blighted by the one who seems more attractive to me
The whisper of the mind
My greatest joy
Leads to thoughts that can't be replicated
Transcends ripples in the social hemisphere
Sending chills down the 'wrong men's' spines
I wake up...
And I'm standing in the rain