Little Voices

There’s a little voice inside
That will tell you to run and hide,
Endeavor to crush you
With the weight of all your dreams.

But you have an even smaller voice
That offers you a better choice:
To accept that crushing weight
Is lighter than it seems.

And a little deeper still
Is the diminutive voice of will
That cheers you on
To the land of milk and honey

And one final voice so small
You can’t hear it at all,
But it whispers
“Fart jokes are still funny.”