| Tiny voices make things harder 5/2/03 My mind is blank Like a stone slate Hard and cold Empty like a white room With no windows or doors Unfeeling Uncaring Oblivious to it all Consumed by only the inner thoughts Clouds surrounding Closing in Words are muffled Hear you But not listening Numb Like a piece of flesh Frosted in the biting wind A mist of dust Surroundings obscure Is what the mind is Cant think of anything It becomes overwhelming The power of the mind The power of the knowledge It all vanishes with a whisper Come find me I�m lost within myself |