Soft murmurs have quietly exploded into the air
Fireworks illuminating the cold winters
Of my worry
And FRIGHT

Gossip seems to travel faster than the speed of light
Never stopping to catch a breathe
Just dimming
Slowly

Painless anxiety chases down my dreams
Hammer and anvil are dropped down
From the heavens
Turning nightmares into reality

Who’s heard what?
When the story becomes a legend
And truth is swept
Over an ocean of whispers

The nails that hold my floating bubble
Catching the sparks from the brightly lit sky
Confuses me
And makes me doubt my reasons

If everyone believes the rumor
Does that version become reality?
And no one needs
To hear me