I'm getting interference
With the voices in your head.
I've lost you in the chatter;
Which of you is really you?
You swear you know nothing,
But what I might hear from anyone.
You hide in a letter collage,
Each thought another plagiarism.
You speak for any but yourself –
I might as well listen to a radio.
You repeat what you're told,
And censor all the rest.
What's yours with even your mind
Was constructed as public property.
How many hands has it passed,
What diseases caught on the way?
You're right here in front of me,
But your mind you left with others.
You're a spokesperson of any
Who make you belong to them.
I see you get swept away
In the magnetic storm.
I duck and shield my eyes

To the glaring white lie noise.

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