Of all the things
I wonder the most
The most often thing i have heard
is wether it's best
To say what you mean
Or mean what you say you have heard
So up with the lids kids
To see what is said
You've got to be listening first
By minding you mind you'll find
Timing your time is
Your mostly likely meaningless search
For what have you heard
That you can say
That you can know
What have you seen
That you can keep
That you can own
Dethroned at the base
And held back to back
But called out to face
And looing away
Forms the context of space
Like the very first day
And all those that know
Are all those that say
All has been said
But how can one know
The word of a day
That has never began
What you have heard outside
Thought that you might have known
Shown are the countless ways that
You have been outgrown by all the
Seeds you planted ages ago
Many times you
Sat there and wished
That they would grow
Pity they've grown
Right throught your skin and
Into the bone
Alone you await
The messengers voice
To be carried and shown
But now you have heard
The word can't be known
And you've just begun