I’m thinking about some of the things that I’ve said,
so as letters I’m writing form words in your head,
it’s possible now that they may not make much sense,
perused here, presumably, in your own present tense,
when their reading can cause you to ask yourself why;
then while searching for answers to look to the sky,
the planets, the stars, and the expanse of it all,
so that when you look back, you might find yourself, small;
so small, in fact, that you can stand on each word,
as soft sounds found pleasing resound, and you’ve heard
all the words and the sounds that resound when said
by those, one supposes, who live in your head.
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, then be on your way!