April 24, 2014


you deride my words, as if they were mine
saying I am outmoded or out of touch
not seeing that I am the echo of a Thunder
so vast and glorious beyond me I have no choice
but to say and do as you see and hear
were I here to please you I would change
in a heartbeat in the smallest instant’s part
I would not hesitate to make you smile
but I have heard the Thunder and have no choice
I must do as you see me do else I will die