Maybe words will become nothing to me,
because they are starting to mean different things...
slurring together
and moving different ways,
and I'm not sure my tongue keeps up,
because when down is down,
and up is up;
not over is there
or under is here:
everything chained to something else;
A word to a phrase, to a taste, to a smell,
forming new words,
and phrases; ideas; meaning.
Words are words,
but that is not all.
Words keep on changing,
and ears keep listening
but some time
they don't know what I speak;
they say it's not right/incorrect,
or say that I'm weak,
but a word is a word is a word,
and I can say what it means.
It may not mean that to you,
but it means this to me.

~

Languages merging
Feelings meshed
Singsongs
Ravings