The world passes gaze over all words left unsaid.
These words are the most powerful.
They can bring the whole world,
to its pitiful end.

More powerful still are those words left
Carelessly bombarded
Ceaselessly influential

These words I hold in me.
Constantly knocking,
Bound by my psyche
Distilled by my mouth

They thirst for freedom.
They crave the acknowledgement
And so,
They escape.

My hand as their medium.
My pen as a crystal ball.
They propel themselves
From paper to ear.

Without means of filtration.
Without cause for hesitation.
My mind is brought forth.
The words uncovered.
The world?
Forever changed.