The Reality of Words
Rayne Dance

Trees don't need names.
Neither do the birds in the trees,
or the fish in the sea.
They don't run around saying,
Hi, I'm Birch,
My name is Robin,
Hello there, I'm Mister Dolphin, can I get you a drink?

No, creatures are just what they are, and they do what they do.

So why do we humans run around the world flinging out words all the time?
Is it an attempt to create the world so we can get ourselves from here to there?

Even now, you're following my words along
thinking you'll catch the gist of what I'm saying and make something of it.
These words aren't real.
Like all words, they're just a feeble attempt to create reality.

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