Words

I can tell you a story I have enough living to do so But interested perhaps hardly I’m sure you have better things to follow I will tell it for myself then You can stop reading at this point Disinterest only mean you won’t understand the end Or did I spark an interest in you to join? Do you remember words? A time when spoken bears it heard To tell and be genuine about Not claimed and be sky-rocket proud When lying can be for good honesty within When lying in modesty can adhere truth therein So much said that weren’t meant to be So much words in the air we can never see I pick I choose I chose I used… Somehow… transpiring words today I no more knew How do words simply stray beyond? To no more bear its meaning to once belong? I can speak of truth you wouldn’t believe You can lie and I listen and receive Do I not grieve yet… we become the part Those leaving words that could melt our hearts Is it the world today… is it you up to date? Are we too inward away… or is it simply me too late? How can we speak with chosen words? Upon words that no more commands to be heard Have the world change or have I? Did you let it change… or ask why? Leaving minds for when words you transcend The hiding thoughts where aspiring words will lend I know what needs be heard To play the language word for word And there is no need for you to listen Because already… we are forever broken I no longer have the word to describe who I am Have you that word to describe who you are? Guess you are still reading this to the end My guess… you haven't already known you have come so far Do you know what I mean with my story? Or have you a story I’ll be with interest to follow? I think your story I'll understand too… barely Have we really enough living to do so?