The World, a Choir,
the Orchestra of Voice.
Words less tunes,
musical views,
now communicating,
so much better news.
Verse fills void,
times of noise,
not the singing,
but the Talking Shows.
A Revealing,
not an end,
a bit of truth,
a personal note.
It is not wrong,
difficult? Yes,
but I love the songs,
singing is best.
Require Order,
exercise the mind,
prepare to find,
the blare?, unkind.
Be positive,
embrace the Purpose,
invest in Reason,
advance the truth,
and know it's natural,
not a booth.
Right your wrongs,
an accountable chore,
serve this interest,
know it's war.
The battle of Self,
begins with truth,
a choice to face,
without a trace.
This moment in decision,
lends to sense,
delivers liberty,
not what's minced.
Be advised of your wealth,
your Conscious Mind brings what's felt.
Advance this notion,
exercise practiced,
it brings on better.
What you portray,
reflects the work,
it will show,
the progress made.
Be aware,
something has gone so wrong,
it is the feeling,
carried in Air.
Sometimes Words,
hard to see,
spilt from mouths,
the lips spell loud.
A comfort zone will be lost,
as thinking roams,
the cost is rest.
The constant babble,
so loud and clear,
disturbs my brain.
In what I hear,
Thinking's jeered.
Thinking's jeered.
