Set your words free. It’s just “Poet Speak.” Let them fly, Let them fly. Spill your mind, Cross the thin line, Between your Heart and mind; Combine, refine, undefine, revise Just don’t let them be; Let them fly, Set them free.
We are the aliens Among ourselves Passing each other In the crowds Looking at one another Without a sound Communicating None of us the same All glued to earth, this gravity Not understanding ourselves, really What is relative, everything? What is this life, we live in Heads stuck in television Living through others What does this say Of our lives?