I am the whisper you hear
Behind your back and behind your ears .
I can hear someone talk about me
About every day .
Someone is always questioning my abilities
Even after all my years .
You name it I have heard it ,
Morning noon and night .
Who would say that is right ?
What screws us all up most of our life
Is the picture in our heads of how people are to be .
Don’t you see I am me .
I choose not to give up on my dreams .
I need to keep a dry towel that is just mine .
When I hear the whispers ,
I need to go fishing , hunting or running
For they are a religion of feelings
For God is always with me .
By Brock
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