The sounds I make, through the air I breath,
Is pointless. *******, pointless --

Useless. Without any worth or meaning.

It's never what happens, actions nature
Is to ebb and flow. But words --
I've said things. Words. Symbols, of
What I mean.
That are pointless.

Riddled with dissonance.

So I bow out with apologies --
Because I'm a disgrace,
But I can't even tell you
With words that mean

Anything.