Words

These are the words we speak,
The thoughts that we form,
Like music to the ear,
Or waves to the shore,
They are constant and ringing
In ways only imaginable by you,
Armed to the teeth,
With a plethora of ideas.

Each day is a new dawn that approaches
With new ideas and instances,
New ways to think and speak,
Though it matters not what you do,
But how you say what is said,
And you must speak the truth,
Or fear the fraudulent spoken lies.

Don’t drown in the knowledge,
Of your own self,
Don’t let there be anything to hold you back,
Let the words wash over you,
And flow for all to hear.





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