Many years ago people rode a horse;
it was the only way they could travel;
horse shoes, required replacement, of course;
otherwise, their bare feet might unravel.
Thoughts require words, in similar fashion;
for thoughts couldn’t get the message out;
so thoughts became words, of equal passion;
as words seemed to carry more clout.
Words seemed to travel wherever they’d go;
capable of becoming intercepted;
carried by each breeze, to and fro;
their messages, by all, accepted.
Words; a civilized way that thoughts go;
for thoughts were very oft undetected;
but words were shouts; and trumpets to blow;
with reality, they sometimes connected.
So, in time; a skilled wordsmith I became;
hammering new shoes on old thought;
I shod these thoughts in sunshine and rain;
to convey whatever thoughts ought.
New word shoes carried thoughts of the past;
and when worn out; needed replaced;
but word shoes could never, forever last;
for reality was constantly erased.
Ever the Wordsmith, I sought new words;
to explain deep thoughts from above;
virtually limitless, sublime and absurd;
as the kingdom of Thought becomes Love.