• Feel it.
    Can you?
    It creeps inside,
    It learns to hide,
    It kills all pride,
    Deep inside.

    Hear it.
    Can you?
    It's voice is gone,
    It leads you along
    Soft like a song,
    Until you're gone.

    Trust it.
    Can you?
    Is it real,
    what you feel?
    They say no, but still,
    It feels real.

    Deny it.
    Can you?
    And if you can't,
    This idea they plant
    Will lose its rant.
    I hope you can't.