Out in the world –
I may yell and shout;
Yet, no one will listen.
I try to get people to hear;
but – I’m a Whisper.
As if my voice doesn’t exist;
Floating in the air.
As if it were a waft –
blowing in the breeze.
No one will hear –
I’m a whisper.
I’ll just fade away,
go astray –
wanderlust would fill my bust –
I’ll just fade away –
i’m a whisper.
wil becker
1992
