From the land of the Old
I drown it in the sound of TV,
The traffic
And the everyday humdrum;
A moment of solitude caught the whisper
Words from my forgotten version
I had become a collection of memories,
A stale reminder of my past
The infant, the child, the teen, and the woman I am today.
But before I was born, I was limitless
A design, purpose, pure unsurpassed love
I hold its elapsed reminders
Locked in a box, tucked away into obscurity;
But it whispers, it hums and tries to remind me
Of who I am and who I could be.
Listen to the whisper within
It will tell you your purpose of life
And if that goes beyond your perceived self and your life time
You will know
You have caught that whisper
