No, you can't do it!
Why even bother?
Who cares about you,
Besides those who love you for free?
Stick with them until you grow old
And live the life of a citizen of the current age.

Why worry further than
What needs your attention already?
You are a failure, you know,
And, not even that bad!
Just grow old, bud,
And check mark
The blank calendar pages on the wall.

Be normal,
And you will have had a normal run.
All those dreams of changes
Are worthless when you think of it now.
Just wait well for the day you will die,
And cherish the memories reserved
For you!

Listen to me!
The voice that has always been around.
The sound of:
I told you so;
The compass of your North.
I have been tightening you on a hug
Even when you didn't need one!

Don't flare yourself
With illusions of grandeur.
Just think: simple!
And all your goals
Will get done!
Now,
Sit down and close your eyes.
Just let your mind flow
Through your fingers.
Let me tell the world
Of someone who will never become.

It's not a fight
Little one.
My voice is yours
But, I have been around for all along!
My words are seeds
Planted in Time for centuries
To come!

I'm the voice of restriction
Called a demon by some.
But hear me,
Your inactivity and indulgence
Is fuel
To my war!

I restrict!
And, please, don't feel weak,
I'm far stronger than
Your soul!
I have been chaining Heralds of Peace,
Deep in their confusion,
Since The First thought!

It's tempting,
I know,
And, that's why I offer the easy way out,
Without the conscious attention
To the terrible consequences of it!
But, it is easy for you, so
Who gives a shit, anyway?

I'm the Voice of the resistances
In Your life,
And when you abide to me:
Less resistance ahead lies!

Ok, you don't agree yet.
Then, I will let yourself be hurt.
And wait here
When you come back for a hug.
Go out there and try to create
What hasn't been already done,
And be judged
For not following the standards proposed.
Try to show what you like doing
And face the solitude
Of being the only one!

I can see what you think!
All those sidesteps
You come up with.
The diversions to escape,
The paths I already laid.
Your destiny is mine!

Don't!
Don't do it!
Let me speak!
Don't shut down the Voice!
No, stop!
Be with me!

...

There's a silence
When the Voice is gone.
Even if the city
Continues to yell!

The Voice hurts
And it sounds true
When it sings its depressing notes.

I have dreams and illusions
And indulge in creativity.
And I act even when not moving.

Thinkers have been born and gone.
We learn of their steps
And pitfalls.
But theories to help us all,
Are forever alive,
Or proved wrong.

Word by word
I'll get it done
Even if it will be for my eyes alone.

© LD Nascimento