My Voice.

A Cadence that remains Unsure,

Ranging from Prideful and Exuberant

To Implicit and Meek

To Political and Subversive

To Petty and Convivial.

My Voice wants to Rail

Against Apathy and Ill-Omen alike.

My Voice wants to Incite Thought

On Matters of Existential nature.

My Voice wants to be the Spring of a Good Joke,

To Eviscerate a Bad Memory.

My Voice wants to be in Memory for an Eternity,

To Ensure I don't die a Mortal Death of Loneliness.

My Voice seeks a Kind Gesture,

From Friends hopefully Numerous and True.

My Voice wishes to do Many Things

And Time I have to Satisfy.

But whether Anyone will Listen,

My Dear Friend, is up to You.