Words
08/27 2021
I guess I turn to words
When words fail me;
When there is something that's required
To speak of twice
Or things that never need to be said,
But which necessitate
Existence through their presuppositions.
Young age becomes old age,
And memories turn to stone.
Like Athena's shield
It either makes everyone turn away,
Or turn into itself;
As punishment? As vice or virtue?
If no one can say, then does it really matter?
And in those moments
When I feel most alone
Words hold the solace that I truly want
There is a foundation
That everyone bases it upon
Including my idea of what life is about.
It's a lesson to me
Those endless seas
And ivory keys
And masterfully green
Fields, I run to see
What is beyond that dream.
And even when I'm in doubt
Of the existence of those clammy hands
That hold a willing mind gracefully
Closer than I thought I held myself
I feel those reflexes grow
Closer, feel myself drift further
From what I ought, what I should
Be looking at ---
And towards.
I guess words are simply digested for food;
Necessary for survival, yet entirely arbitrary ---
If at least for the social aspect of it, }
Then why not end it here?
I've already said too much.