caves are calling me,
for this world is too loud,
I am inaudible to my self,
I need to talk to my sound,
which reverberates in the caves,
where it is only found,
in the turbulent flow of time,
currents hit you hard at your face,
when you need some grip,
they only increase their pace,
now when you are down is now when they scream,
slowly making u dumb, even in your dreams,
U shout out with all what you got,
and notice no noise at all,
is now the time when you consider hiding behind the wall,
don't worry and quietly hide,
there's no shor° inside,
is what caves say to me,
they tell me where to be,
talk of what u have not,
there's no one to stop,
listen your heart, beat the rhythm of your mind,
and then get amazed on what you find,
it was not that you are blind,
u were just tired of trying,
my cave my new home,
till my old one seems new again,
unlikely, it shelters me from my own people,
and lets me hear the voice of the drops of the rain,
Some where deep inside my brain,
a voice resonates,
similar to the song of the rain,
which brings happiness and makes me wet with it,
now, i can hear my every bit!
°shor = noise
