How is it that thoughts, deep in my mind;
keep finding new ways to come out;
is that how it all, is somehow designed:
how it is that speech comes about?
It’s as if my mouth fills up with thought;
until it overflows with words.
Without considering what it ought;
does my mouth voice audible absurds?
Why is there no governor on what I say;
have I lost all total control?
Why is it I utter nonsence each day;
replacing all words that extol?
When given an important secret to keep;
my mouth should be sealed like a vault
instead; almost instantly it begins to leak;
my loose lips accepting all fault.
Gossipy words; lubricated with oil;
squirt out from between my lips;
reputations, and plans caused to spoil;
just so I could utter a few quips.
Why must I constantly need to talk;
who wants to hear endless prattle?
Why, instead, can I not take a walk;
rather than hear my teeth rattle?
Where is the door between mind and voice;
and why can’t it remain closed?
Who decided I should have no choice;
instead; become the thorn on the rose?