I used to have this vague whisper,
Questioning what I was doing.
Asking me how broken reality was,
When I finally reached the ‘top’.

I used to sleep on those questions..
Felt like I had to give the right answer..
Felt like I had to do it right now..
And maybe that gave us all the wrong ideas..

So I searched and searched,
Climbed beyond to no avail.
What did this victory truly mean,
When it made me feel more hollow?

But.. Some things didn’t need to be answered. And not now.
Maybe, I should trust the process.
And in due time..
The version of me up ahead,
Can answer the voice,
And fill the hollow with song.