One more word on the withered paper
One more thought straight from the mind
One more story with cryptic wording
One more poem I have signed
All these writings, what's their purpose in my life?
How do they lead me to goals for which I strive?
None of my words bring joy or heal pain
Their meanings are lost
Their purposes becoming in vain
Do they bring out another person in me?
Do they change anything in the things I see?
Or is an empty paper for the best?
Are all the words written for feelings surpressed?
I'd give you a picture
But could you then know my mind?
All the thoughts hidden on the outside
Of such a strange kind
I'd give you a statue
But would the shapes give you thought?
Such emotions so heavy
As words have once brought?
All these questions going through my head
Looking for the complex answers
To just find a simple one instead
Because a picture might say a thousand words
At least that's what they say
No image can describe a mind, a thought
With words they'll find their way
One more thought straight from the mind
One more story with cryptic wording
One more poem I have signed
All these writings, what's their purpose in my life?
How do they lead me to goals for which I strive?
None of my words bring joy or heal pain
Their meanings are lost
Their purposes becoming in vain
Do they bring out another person in me?
Do they change anything in the things I see?
Or is an empty paper for the best?
Are all the words written for feelings surpressed?
I'd give you a picture
But could you then know my mind?
All the thoughts hidden on the outside
Of such a strange kind
I'd give you a statue
But would the shapes give you thought?
Such emotions so heavy
As words have once brought?
All these questions going through my head
Looking for the complex answers
To just find a simple one instead
Because a picture might say a thousand words
At least that's what they say
No image can describe a mind, a thought
With words they'll find their way