Shed the past

Wherever I go, I hear the same sounds

Voices in head, articulated

Of people long dead, they lie underground

Emanating from an old mind unsound

Unhappy, with no aim - just frustrated

Wherever I go, I hear the same sounds

I fumble with words just to get around

Throw away all those decades of outdated,

Of people long dead, they lie underground

Let Sun bring a new day, freshness surround

Thoughts with inspiration unabated

Wherever I go, I hear the same sounds

Cut umbilical cords - wisdom profound

Helps generate a soul liberated

Of people long dead, they lie underground

Let me channelise the energy unbound

Let old graveyards lie in peace-sedated

wherever I go, I hear the same sounds

of people long dead, they lie underground