One day recently the voices came again
and I asked them who they were,
but I didn't hear a reply.
I looked over my shoulder
...and there I saw where the
voices were coming from.
They were everywhere.
They had no eyes so they couldn't see
what my situations were.
They had no ears so they couldn't hear
the things that meant something to
me, or why.
So for the first time I asked myself "How
do these voices know whats good for
me?"
And the answer finally came...
they don't.
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