Of All The Things

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

You're 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