There lies a voice inside me,
craving to be loud and free..
but in a pool of voices that swim sporadically -
it loses inside the laps,
settling deep in the darkness where no hands reach..
The voice lies dormant inside the indefinite layers,
burning to surface and break the cages;
the ripples vibrates inside the eyes-
a drop escapes from the side,
fading in the races, chases and scream,
its the voice of a muted dream