A lot of times, the mind has nothing to say
And the heart observes solitude
Why then must the lips speak?
Howbeit our mouths utter words?
Isn’t it from the abundance of the heart
That the mouth speak?
From whence come words the heart spake not?
For yea, the heart be full of vile
And is bitter than bile
Sometimes, it tends to be still
And fill its noise with quiet
Therefore, from whence come words when the heart spake not?
(c) Chukwudi I.