Word Play

Words playing around in the grass,
Like little children they swing and dance,
Over and over again we hear them shouting out in their own voices,
Or maybe they whisper in quiet tones,
Are they far away or close to my ears? Sometimes it’s hard to tell,
The way they are wielded is the key, the key to society,
They are the key to all the minds in the world, for any weak mind like mine will follow what it likes to hear,
Silence.