fightingfate

just one tender moment i cannot find.. well maybe i had none

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Speak silence

Circumstances forces me to talk too little.
Empathy forces me to speak silence.
Bliss forces me to rap non-stop.


You see, speech made me. Made who I am in the eyes of those who see.

When I speak, when I talk, I hide what I do not want you to see.
I have you, your strings I hold. I control what you see.
I control what you think of me.
Surely you can see.
Like a puppeteer I am, you I make my puppet.

When silence becomes my observation, my wisdom is in the silence.
Observe my silence, there's secrets unknown.
You question but with your eyes.
I answer, with more silence.
This, you do not know.

When empathy I exercise, I provide with no strings attached.
Feel free to exploit, to ask and to be answered.
No qualms accepted, what you started, you better end.
My life an open book, yours to search the answer.
Reservations aside, weirdness unaccepted.
It's just you and me. Just us.

You see, speech made me.


Be my puppet, be the reader of my book.

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