resonating deeper then any language can vocalize
i was once told something that i've minded ever since
five words that don't, while they do, galvanize
the pounds that take way of my shillings and pence
as the night and the darkness glitter with fireflies
and we try to transcend the meaning and definition
of the nothing we know-we see with closed eyes
but thank god--today, i am alive--and life's juxtaposition
to death and truth, words and proverbs that eulogize
the cocoon of the butterfly, and my many oppositions
let me hear my hearts rhythm but i don't claim to so wise
as to understand the notes of the composition
i just listen, cause all in all, this is but a guise
an illusionary tie to time orchestrated by the musician
the truth in these simple words does lie
what ceases to grow dies