The Way of the Word
It is the way of the word
To infuse, confuse and abuse
My mind.
I grasp at it
Then it’s slipped away
This happens a lot each day
I think I have it
And then find out
It’s not ‘the’ word
But ‘a’ word
One of billions
All needles
In haystacks.
I used to think the bird was the word. Then I realised that was two words
The bird
You heard
Was just one word
How absurd!
G:)