you hear her speaking

but do you listen to what she's saying?

 

the only measurement we're given

to define all of our lifetime

is through our words.

 

the dedication we once had

in revolutionaries such as Shakespeare, Yeats,

 

they earned it through

their words.

 

their words,

they earned it through

listening.

 

these memories of ethereal beauty

paid heed to everything

and anything.

 

 

we spin through the music

and miss the lyrics.

 

and these lyrics, they wait

for us to step PAUSE on our lives...

 

but even if we do,

would we understand it?

 

it's almost as though

all that history built for us

has been wasted,

 

the only direction we seem to be going

is backwards.