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