Speak
James Goldmann
Breathe
Take a break from thoughtless drivel
Asinine opinions
A plague on thoughtful rhetoric
We have all succumbed
Our every word is superficial
And every judgment
Is selfish in its intent
Which is better?
Which is worse?
Which am I?
What is expected?
What is believed?
Where do I stand now?
Wipe your mind
Clear your throat and
Speak
The mindless chatter of bored souls
The endless search for self-fulfillment
Through compare and contrast conversations
Condescension and condemnation rampant
We have learned discourse as a formula
Repeatedly offering opinions of no consequence
To fill every spare moment with an assertion
Of one's own existence
All to find relevance
In a world without meaning
Wipe your mind
Clear your throat and
Speak