I met a man who loved to dance with words;
he followed their rhythm and step
day and night until he became a fool.
He sat me down in his kitchen
on a worn-out diner's chair,
he put both my hands on my knees
and eyed my questioning limbs.
He began to laugh with a pompous tone.
I could see his thoughts riveting,
streaming,
planting their way to the ceiling from his mouth.
He cried about the children of Universe
and something about how names didn't matter,
he tried to inspire me
with no result,
for at the time the spark in my eyes
had fallen dull.
I wish today I had only explained to him
how the power he possessed was an illusion,
that cause doesn't bread with the effect
and the effect didn't spawn the reaction,
all three are of continuous existance,
peeking out behind their hiding
when a friend calls upon them.
The only thing I need
are my own to feet
and I don't need to worry about Universe's kids
because myself,
I've grown a child,
and I called him Solution.
So forget about the minutes passed
an learn how the things you can change
are really the only ones worth keeping in mind.
I used to be beaten down by every situation
just to see
that things affect us most
when we let them beat our ashen minds.
Situations don't mind kicking hard
even when we're already on the ground.
Now just forget about yesterday
and what tomorow could bring;
stare conflict straight into the eye
before you have him staring back at misery
and shift the laws of Universe
before all you’ve built
truly does come down.
Then;
I promise you will stand proud
and leave behind the one's
who've stumbled upon their words
and died with
rotten
beauteous
thoughts hanging out their mouths,
leave behind the one's
who were filled with the highest knowledge
but fell with the stupid
then just didn't know anymore
and then join all the one's
who were called upon as weak
and ran through the obstacles
and acted,
acted
acted
and made a clear defintion between
the sayer
the knower
and the doer.
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