Words. So many words, old words, Improved words, new words.
On a daily basis we say so many words,
But mean so few of them
And say so little, after all.
Words in more than one language,
So few from the soul,
Words over words to hide the loss of control.
Words that make sentences, but make no real sense,
Attempting to make life a little more intense,
We use words to hurt or to try to change course,
But we always forget that words are just...words.
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