Timeless Pleasure

I can hear the words in my head,
the words I never speak,
as thought they haunt me
in my head to keep,
do I ignore them or say "hello",
do I share them,
just so I know ?

A timeless pleasure
a rain sundance,
a disconcerting renaissance,
so devoid of malevolence,
a deep insurgence of word
as I try to make myself heard.

Heard amid the din and clutter,
an uneasy silence as I quietly mutter,
unable to share the lines I know,
as I wonder which way to go,
a deliverance of perseverance,
and a will to succeed.