The Voice Inside Poem by James McLain

Back and forth through time I have passed
as eternity stretched forth there to see.
While never to know your very own mind.
Whether or not life is worth living for.
One person will remain to you all the same
and you will compare it those few others others.
I wouldn't if you were here waiting for me.
And when it's to late, life is over.
I now believe we were always the same.
And what would it mean to live, life again.
Punishment it truly is,
listening to the voice inside my head