To my good friend A.
The words once said go back to the beginning,
Where all is one and one is all.
The words once said won’t give you the same meaning;
They had their time to rise and time to fall.
The words once said can never be averted.
Like growing plants they seek to see the light.
The words once said, no matter how perverted,
Reflect the thoughts so cherished in the darkness of the night.
Like growing plants they seek to see the light.
The words once said, no matter how perverted,
Reflect the thoughts so cherished in the darkness of the night.
The words once said with no intention to make sense
Add to the endless comedy absurd.
Perhaps those words were only said by chance
With no intention to be ever heard.
Nevertheless, they have the power to offend,
Create illusions, fears, and abstract meanings,
To make the truth seem like a grain of sand
And make a story have a million beginnings.
Create illusions, fears, and abstract meanings,
To make the truth seem like a grain of sand
And make a story have a million beginnings.
The words of anger, wisdom, joy, reflection,
Displeasure, passion and satire…
The words committing, those about perfection,
Nostalgic, melancholic, dire…
The little signs I read in my old books
Describe the banal thing that we call “life”.
They seem so smooth, but never trust their looks,
For some of them are sharper than a knife.
Describe the banal thing that we call “life”.
They seem so smooth, but never trust their looks,
For some of them are sharper than a knife.
They say a lot, but my, they say so little!
Word after word, you try to understand.
You grasp their meaning, but they’re like a riddle.
The one you cannot solve until the end.
They’re just like us, (the words I mean, my reader)
While some are born, few get too old and die.
Some words are tasty, like a handmade apple cider.
Others are sinful, mean, pretending (yes, they lie!).
While some are born, few get too old and die.
Some words are tasty, like a handmade apple cider.
Others are sinful, mean, pretending (yes, they lie!).
Describing words with words! Oh, how ironic!
Illogical, like a bad game of chess.
Describing words with words! Oh, how demonic!
Their mystery will stay here none the less.
They’ll keep us guessing, wondering, believing,
Debating, talking and discussing,
Confessing, nagging and forgiving,
Informing, reassuring, fussing.
Debating, talking and discussing,
Confessing, nagging and forgiving,
Informing, reassuring, fussing.