We love our words, don’t we? We like the way they dance, and how they caress our tongues as they fall listlessly out of our mouths. Created for communicating needs and explaining actions, words have become all powerful. We find ourselves at their whim.
When did the words become the things they used to describe?
When did language start to take on a life of its own, and consume us with its fire?
We can not see it, but these words we love so much
Have taken control, and we bow down to them as deities.
Our existence has become centered around these words we use
As if the word itself was the concrete embodiment of the thing it describes
Of course they dance, and sing off our tongues
We have forgotten how to rein them in, and not let them have freewill
When did these words become rulers?
Isn’t it time to stop them?
