If you wish to know me; read my mind;
for my thoughts are always pure;
only by thought am I truly defined;
and only my thoughts will endure.
Words freely flow, like sliding downhill;
sometimes they’re uttered, before ready;
I need to audit them to express my will;
for only my thoughts are steady.
Words are like tides; they ebb and flow;
often they blow hot; then cold;
not always sure where they’ll go;
often they come out too bold.
But thoughts are held deeply, within;
constantly audited and appraised;
thoughts are where all words begin;
before, as words, they’re rephrased.
All thoughts undergo a rehearsal;
before the script is complete;
and then, sometimes a reversal;
“thought A” goes down to defeat.
The mind is in charge; the author;
but his tongue may get in the way;
the original thought, it may alter;
for the tongue always gets his say.
“I have control of my tongue,” some brag;
“I will never allow it a sneak attack.”
But the muscle that allows the tongue to wag;
is stronger than the one holding back.