My words work.
I call, they come.
I lead, they follow.
And then some.
My first followers, I call them.
If you know what I mean,
You know how I see them.
My ambassadors to the world,
Saying what I mean
And often saying more.
A little here, a little there
But adding some more beauty as they go.
Some may say they say too much,
And some things are best left unsaid.
And to them, I say,
In my own words,
You don't say.
Of course some things remain silently in my head,
But some things cannot and should not stay unsaid.
For those thoughts that must see the light of day,
My words make sure people hear what I have to say.
And they work.
First of all, they work for me.
I talk to learn,
To see what my words tell me.
They work, first for me.
If others hear them too,
They've done more than I needed them to.
One day I may retire them,
And they will enjoy their well earned rest.
But for now I require them, and they me,
And we put each other to the test.
I write because I must.
I speak if i must,
But both are built on these words I trust.
Sometimes I lead them, and sometimes I'm led.
And if I'm lucky,
If I'm listening,
Sometimes, just sometimes,
I emerge a tiny bit wiser, for the things I've said.
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