The seer of fortunes,
The teller of tales,
Both living and departed.
This gift that I've been given,
has helped them far and wide,
Yet still I can't help but wonder
What they have inside.
So many are hidden and too afraid to show
The secrets that lie within them,
yet still they want to know.
They want to know what haunts them
And why they cannot sleep.
The voices just keep coming,
So loudly and so deep.
They want to know who it is
and how to turn it off.
They only need to realize,
That if they opened up,
The voices soon would quiet,
and that would be enough.