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The voice
I cannot see the forest for the trees
Will someone explain this to me please
I don't understand what it means
Or maybe I just don't want to see
Is it all about looking at the big picture?
Maybe that's it.  I figure
What of those of us that can't think ahead?
Are we destined to spend our life in dread?
According to some that is what we are
Sometimes people just go too far
I watch people walking down the street
What would they think of me if we meet?
Would they like me for me?
Or would they just be mean?
I don't let people in for a reason
I am not going to be a victim of treason
Those who know me understand my pain
They know it is not what others claim
If I fall behind it is my choice
It is what has become my voice


Elisabeth Stover 2001