What, just what is in your heart?
No one’s there to answer smart
The hollow image I schemed
Filling it up with my dreams
The idol of could be, seems
Finally choking to scream
What, just what is in your mouth?
Is there one in there yet here?
Speak to me lay aside fear
Echoes of my voice ring clear
What, just what am I saying then?
Hollow, hollow is how…low
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 