What but a kind word in a moment can
To a confession not there but said
like I’m not scared?
What, if not chance, can make
uncertainty so fair?
So readily open it’s hard to
Is it not through dialogue that I am
Even though the perfect sense I make
is culturally clothed?
Am I not what I speak because I’m
definitely not what I’m told?
Just an original idea cast from a
great celestial mould,
Like rain descended from above, I
Translucent and well meaning I cover
Spreading the will to live, fuelling
the impetus for imaging
Looking for idle minds definitely