I read not just what is written, I hear the voices unspoken. The emotions left out of the puzzle, create a clear shape when surrounded by others. Understanding the idea of what something is, by also what it isn’t. Fighting for attention the voices get what they desire, a chance in the spotlight. The stronger the voice the more attention it garners for after third place, the world is unlikely to care that you even raced. To me, everything within equal, turn measured in uncertain situations. Emotions are my compass to my true self. Only when willing to listen do I hear them, at all. Only with my permission, do you hear them at all. Going back to a time where, you are equally sad as you are happy. Did you smile through the tears or cry through a smile. Decided now, before the decision is made for you.
The goats show me the way.