The souls voice is a soft whisper
Could it be that ones soul is an enemy
Or are these the words of a frenemy
Could it be that their faces are two
Even the one thought closest to you
Who to believe your soul or this perceived reality
How does one discover the actuality
What is ones capacity for such toucherous living
Where trust is an issue even to the voice within
When will the end begin
When will the truth be known
Who knows