On the tip of my tongue, words lie as if dormant
waiting for their time to come into existence
They are conceived in my mind
and given life when I speak them
In my every breath rests the insight to my very soul
You just can't be a casual listener though
There is feeling behind every word I utter
Use your fingers and easily sift through the clutter
You don't have to dig deep
to see the inner most part of me
I bare it all, transparency
I don't know any other way to be
Read my lips,
there is a method to my madness
Lack of chaos is no indication
of manipulation or clandestine motives
I live like I speak,
free and tempered only by my Liberty
Given by the One who truly delights in me