In our lives we see many faces,
and go to many places.
We touch lives near and far,
our words giving gravity to a distant star.
In this tiny little fishbowl in which we swim around,
We can touch millions without ever making a sound.
Well I suppose there is always the sound of clacking keys,
Such a graceful sound, it always seems to appease.
Maybe the appeasement comes from my words flowing out,
Slowly forming structures, coming from an unseen spout.
Into the minds of many they creep,
and slowly the knowledge begins to seep.
An idea that was nothing just a moment ago,
Now takes form in your mind and begins to grow,
From a little sapling into a tree,
you give power unto my words, make them be.
Your mind processing each and every thought,
Forms conclusions that you’ve already bought.
You cannot stop now, and try to rewind,
A tree is already alive inside your mind,
It will not be stopped until you decide.
You tell yourself that I may have lied,
May have led you to believe something untrue,
pulling random thoughts out of the blue.
But you and I both know what’s real,
You and I both know what you feel.
You can feel this thread that holds on tight.
It ensnares us all, is there day and night.
It does not sleep, and will not run,
Unless you give it legs, which can be fun.
So I dare you, let other’s know,
just how far an idea can go.
Tell everyone you meet,
that the world is easy to greet.