Maybe my suggestion was a lie
Whose sound you din’t like for heavens know why
Maybe another’s thoughts you would buy
For in them you couldn’t find a single sigh
Maybe I look a little too much
Into words that for all reasons hold no surge
Or scope that’s found in scripts as such
Maybe my words you found a lie
Yet in essence in them I see all truth lye
But what is truth if truth can only be mine?
And mine sounds selfish if your’s can’t refine
Refine the mere words much better than wine
A wine of little words that all combine
Combine to make sense and form a spine
A spine so fine it’s lost in dust.
So please just listen for that is a must
A must to listen and make all sense
Sense in words that have no offense
For offense kills all essence of wisdom in trance
So please I beg you give me a chance
A chance to speak and share my expanse
An expanse not held in span or breath
But breath held in and given to ear…
Don’t you know if you ignore me then you ignore you too?