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Mute
If I knew every answer
To all the questions I've been asked
I wouldn't be so in the dark
But I'd lose my sense of wonder
Which has still yet to die
It doesn't give out with my heart
If I could change myself
In any way, shape, or form
I would cut my communications off
For if I could be mute yet normal
And listen instead of speak
I thoughts would be so much further aloft
My head would be clear
Not abstructed by my tongue
My voice box gathers dust
My mind could be as sharp as a nail
Ever wondering and discovering
As my vocal chords rust
Existential knowledge
And understanding of human kind
All from my lack of conversation
Well being in happiness
May come harder now
But my understanding is in variations.
I am the mute
My speech is handicapped
By my own choice
I am solitary
I understand you better then you even can
Because I do not use my voice.
