There is a voice inside,
A tiny one that speaks to me in the seconds before night turns to day,
Those hard seconds before truth and light floods out the darkness.
The voice is soft and lonely. I can never hear what it is saying.
And all too soon its time is up, the sun rises, and the seconds and the voice are lost in the light.
Maybe tomorrow it will speak up, maybe tomorrow I will hear it clearly and finally know.
Maybe I don’t want to know,
Maybe, maybe …