Of All the Things

Of all the things I wonder the most The most often thing i have heard Is wether it's best To say what you mean Or mean what you say you have heard So up with the lids kids To see what is said You've got to be listening first By minding you mind you'll find Timing your time is You're mostly likely meaningless search For what have you heard That you can say That you can know What have you seen That you can keep That you can own Dethroned at the base And held back to back But called out to face And looking away Forms the context of space Like the very first day And all those that know Are all those that say All has been said But how can one know The word of a day That has never began What have you heard outside Thought that you might have known Shown are the countless ways that You have been outgrown by all the Seeds you planted ages ago Many times you Sat there and wished That they would grow Pity they've grown Right throught your skin and Into the bone Alone you all await The messengers voice To be carried and shown But now you have heard The word can't be known And you've just begun