I’ll no longer hide it;nYes you move me to tears over and overnEvery time I get it settled you excite itnEvery time I get my face dry you sing:nn“It’s not meant to be a strife,nIt’s not meant to be a struggle uphill”nnNow I know I’ll no longer fight itn“Come on in little floating head. The door”nWho are you? Who are you? Who has come to fill this room?nWell, come on welcome in.nnI’ll no longer hide it;nYes the way you say it stirs me to the corenEvery time, no matter what, no matter who I think you arenEvery time I hear you say “undo”, I donAnd the tears fall, and the universe is shownnBut who are you, voice in headphones?