Some words I find obscure the glow
of ringing thoughts, diffused, that show
the things that cause the heart to grow
that reveal the things we’ll never know
Those words seem so clear to those
who teach, who preach, who hate to know
the thoughts, the minds, of those below
the givers that the groups bestow
Things don’t seem so amazing
when amazing is taught,
is something you should know.
And if all the world thinks you’re crazy
well, surely they’d be the ones to know.