I bleed through ink on paper,
In thoughts
In questions
And opinions
Because I find that paper listens more than people do
And does not try to argue my perspective
On this sometimes ugly world
I truly believe that life is about language
And that even those who refuse to speak
Have incredible things to say
And I also believe that the most genius
Are those who are not credited
And recieve no reward
But they understand.
The world works in mysterious ways,
But it sure is brilliant
And those who understand it
Don't feel the need for credit or reward.
Because understanding this world
Is quite enough
So they continue to write on,
As paper listens,
And people don't.