Voices echo inside my head
Struggling to follow the thread
Listening to the reverb and resonance
Words lost without their context or circumstance

A rising din from human lips
My eyes are closed, attention dips
Conflicting ideas fighting to top the scale
Mind and body are open, exposed and frail

Sights and sounds from when I was free
Memory of a memory
Nothing but four blank walls have I ever known
The voices have no form. I am on my own

The slow build is almost unheard
Some attempt to continue undisturbed
With each note the distractions gain
Beginning to hold on for each refrain

Images appear through closed eyes
Sounds escorted by a visual prize
Dancing shapes soothing the senses
A crescendo as the body tenses

The world outside begins to fade
Thoughts trapped in the story being portrayed
Bodies sway and accept defeat
Hopelessly subservient to the beat

The distraction of a cacophony
Obsessing, awake, disrupted
People moving past unacceptably
Rupturing, annoyed, corrupted

The comfort of familiarity
Relaxing, sedate, productive
A window through which to observe and see
Inspiring, driven, reflective

A room filled with favourable faces
Supporting, at ease, accepted
Walls decked with portals to far-off places
Daydreaming, happy, contented