Sometimes we bite off more than our mouths can chew
And, bark off orders onto those who
Have acknowledged our self-fulfilling prophecies and masquerades
But, listen here babe
It ain't ever been about what you said
And may I, to that, add
It'll only ever be, as it's always ever been, about what you truly mean
Cause, there will always be pain and joy
No matter how well we try to toy with the words
So, may we, just maybe enjoy the way we
Seem to express them… so very well
And, sometimes you've just got to let it be
Unshackle yourself and tackle the air with open lungs and breathe
And, just listen to the healing way
Silence often speaks
With perfect enunciation
Of both the purpose and plight
Of seduction and melody
Cause, there will always be figment and foundation
No matter what provisions pervade through our very words
So, may we, just maybe enjoy the way we
Seem to illuminate them… so very well
So, strike the flint to steel
And, feel the warmth as the filament fills with light
And, lift, with purpose, your arms toward the sky
And, lay down your plight in the very dirt from which it sprang