The Words Get Longer

The words get longer The longer I listen the longer it intrigues The very sound of my voice never disagrees The longer I walk the better my knees The very movement and vigour keeps me physically pleased The longer I concentrate the longer my brain speeds The very radical thinker must submerge as he reads The longer I play my guitar the more tuned are the keys The very hands I use seem to pick vibrations up when it needs The longer the process as the purpose exceeds The purpose is futile unless the process succeeds The longer the road is the more diverse it seems The road is diverse because you've seen life in a dream