the sound of your voice

I hear millions of words everyday

but I don't pay attention to what they say

they all go in one ear

and out the other

people talk and make conversation

sometimes for work, sometimes recreation

every word is a planet

waiting to be discovered

but all the words you say to me

get caught up in my memory

I don't forget 

a single word you say

every hello, every goodbye

is a time for me to question why

you decided to talk to me today

          am I good enough for you?

          can you tell me what to do?

          I try, but I have no choice

          except to listen 

          to the sound of your voice

I hear so many words from you

informing me of what I'm going through

they echo in my brain

and rattle inside my head

I know that they could disappear

and leave me with a mind so clear

but I think

I'd rather have your words instead

          am I good enough for you?

          can you tell me what to do?

          I try, but I have no choice

          except to listen 

          to the sound of your voice