The speech of the humble radiates sound waves so mellow
It's a mumble
The voice box barely vibrates,
Turn it down a notch till its a whisper
Whisperer for the righteous,
Thinkers descending from higher dimensions,
Unseen to the untrained vision.
The average cant envision the depth of their imagination,
Plotting schemes to bond boundaries between nations;
Make elbow room for the revolution.
A crew of black sheep who dont count sheep to fall asleep,
Wide awake even when they snore Z's
When two eyes are closed,
The third functions to the highest degree.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
The speech of the humble radiates sound waves so mellow
It's a mumble
The voice box barely vibrates,
Turn it down a notch till its a whisper
Whisperer for the righteous,
Thinkers descending from higher dimensions,
Unseen to the untrained vision.
The average cant envision the depth of their imagination,
Plotting schemes to bond boundaries between nations;
Make elbow room for the revolution.
A crew of black sheep who dont count sheep to fall asleep,
Wide awake even when they snore Z's
When two eyes are closed,
The third functions to the highest degree.