Thousands of words with,
Diverse meaning.
Convene together,
to releate a feeling.
Twist them little,
they will make bleed.
Twist them more,
and there spring a new creed.

An ocean of sounds,
But none ascribe me.
To embellish a constant ramble,
voices starts to play scramble

In this expanding tangle.
How to become amble,
like a perennial flow.
Words are finding,
their true meaning pretty slow.

Dreaming an oasis in the dessert of differences.
A world where inferences,
spread beyond the sky
So one can converse the language of I.