I’m thinking about some of the things that I’ve said.
As letters I’ve written formed words in your head,
it’s possible that they may not have made much sense,
perused here, presumably, in your own present tense,
and their reading might’ve caused you to ask yourself why.
Then, when searching for answers, to look to the sky,
the planets, the stars, and the expanse of it all,
so that when you looked back, you could find yourself, small.
So small, in fact, that you’d have stood on a word,
as soft sounds found pleasing resounded, and heard
all the words, and the sounds that resound when said
by those one supposes are still living, and not dead.
Consider word rhythms, and what they can do
in terms simply written, and rhymed just for you.
Consider rhymes written, with words in between.
Consider this content like you know what I mean.
Then, as you consider these things in your head,
perhaps you'll take one more thing yet to be said
into consideration, as our course has been set.
A plan has been hatched, and a wager is bet.
Invest yourself now, and the attention you pay,
to laughter hereafter. Now, go have a great day.