Only Echoes

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When I look forward I see nothing but echoes
Voices lost and gone forever
Singing their siren song
Reserved and intelligent I believe myself to be
Swiftly and cleverly avoiding their treachery
And yet I wonder - how many smiles do I forsake?
Pacing on and on with my mind cautiously pessimistic
How many rules will I gladly make to evade those sweet tones?
Complicated constraints and confinement leaving nothing more
Than echoes?