Follow The Chorus

I wish I could sing,

 it make all this anguish

so much more charming

The words would soothe

instead of bounce against the walls.

Voices would join along

agreement no choice

 

I’d be like the pied piper of voice

walk then be followed and praised,

instead I sit here and imagine

what would happen

if someone read this page.

Along I'd take them

to a distance without

that quiet distress

whistling in unison

tunes of simple rebellion

A difference is all anyone pleases