Just talk and talk into the void, until
A little squeaky voice comes back around.
Trying to distinguish the sound, I go still.
And slowly, the voice keeps growing profound.

As the seconds turn into minutes, I talk to it, it answers.
As the minutes turn into hours, I slowly lose my manners.
Not keeping track of time, I talk, I sing, and I dance to it.
And every single time, it makes me happier than I’d care to admit.

Forgetting how it came to happen, I thank the universe.
I thank it for the chance it gave me, for the pleasure.
As my ego inflates, and my happiness becomes too much to measure,
I beware of taking it for granted, sometimes the act making me nervous.

However, I always go back to the tunnel.
The tunnel where all my insecurities are nothing.
The tunnel where my feelings are full of chuckle.
The tunnel that keeps my mouth up and cheeks blushing.