Sighs of Words

Sighs over words, Sighs of words, Talk of a man being crushed,all his happy thoughts squashed The beats of his heart deeper than the sounds of his mouth, Not knowing what to say as he searches from north to south, He's lips a drought as he floods inside. and all the joy worked for cast aside From the consant twirling and untwirling, to the varieble tides he suffers, oh! no! this is not the first time, Since birth this followed him I guess he never knew what to say then and he still doesn't know even now. Maybe he never learned. For the cry of the infant is from the crushing weight of the it's senses and like them He feels it but can never make sense See it's the bar of gold to his eggshell, the boulder to his glass, and the sea to his bottle cap. This is not clear and therefore all proof, Proof of the failed, false expression caused by attempts of simplification