Many may think things through.
All those who say they forget, haven't fully forgotten.
They have delayed and hidden
the inner truth.
For some the reason is to painful.
For most they are waiting until the words have come in a more eloquent way.
Saying it now, may tie them into fate's plan.
Oh... how they wish not to be caught.
Their egos are to far stretched, they must control their own destiny.
I am still but a mere child and know not the
words I speak. Or that the words actually go along flowing with one another. That to any this may make sense.
The one to want and hold perfekt... showing nothing is as easy as perfect. Soothing as much as a whim to sound. An air to taste. Warmth to hear. Thought is all in our heads.
Fix this and soon the head, will imerse with new function.
and Brian Eno