Forced words never amounted to much
They taste of cud
Regurgitated from some earlier experience
The required no sense of emotion, connection or learning
Merely memory to expose them once again to daylight
You can hear their insincerity like background noise
Impeding the musical experience that is life.
What’s wrong with truth and honesty
Why be so scared of truth and love
You don’t really know either
You’re ignorant and that’s ok
So long as you yearn to learn more
Conquer the fears and allow them to thrust you forward
Into experiences; good, bad, and ugly 😛
For every ten steps back you’ll gain space to leap forward
Be authentic and genuine
Let them know you to the core
You can learn about yourself this way
You can do so much more.
Let the words slip on by
Without analysis, without care
Let them explode from the gunpowder of your love.
Who needs to force words
When there’s already so much to share.
It takes no creativity… only honesty, love, and feeling free to be you.