Whisper

A small murmur of tone Holding on to the sound With slight hesitation That it may be too loud... No business of yours Who I am Or why I am here Risking all for a cause That won't let me alone... I began as something unnamed They called me this And watched to see Where I would go, Why should It alter my ego? Maybe the plan isn't there Maybe finding something Means leaving something behind But I can't be other Than the whispering... Unheard of-unfulfilled Except for those Who listened carefully And understood, in part What was meant to be May never be, But there was, at least, a start... ©All Rights Reserved-2012