Spinning like a ball of thread
trapped under a table and
one end winding endlessly
around the infinity of time.
The other being strangled
against its will, time has no end.
Sometimes words are not enough
but enough has been said to cause chaos
amongst those it really matters to.
Therefore the simple answer is to be quiet,
hold one's tongue, mutter nothing,
speak less than before, but no, not you.
Sometimes too many words spoil the cook's wrath.
Get a knife and shorten the thread is the key to all of this.
I hear someone saying what the hell does all this mean.
It means sometimes words are too much, just a  hug will do.