Philosophers gather
Procrastinating through chatter
saying what's the point of doing anything
when nothing matters
Still waters run deep
Talk is cheap
By flapping the tongue,
what do they hope to achieve?

Yet a word is the origin
A word can move mountains
affect emotions
and lift up another
The tongue is a rudder
Like the ****** of a dagger
is a careless word uttered
A word given must be honoured