Voices in My Head

A Voice called out to me in the desert.
"Come, I'll give you something to drink.
You'll never be thirsty again."
But I loved feeling so dry.
I just continued on my way.

A Voice called to me in the bitter cold.
"Come, I have a warm place already made.
I'll carry you there, if you need."
But I loved holding all that anger.
I just continued on my way.

A Voice bellowed down from the roof of a building.
"Come to me, I just want you back.
Follow my voice,
And I'll do the rest."
I was dry. I was cold. I was lonely. I was empty.

So
I surrendered.