Talk

There are times when I think I talk to myself too often.
There are times when I don't speak with myself enough.

Sometimes things get kind of rough and tough.
And All I want to tell myself is to fuck off!

There are times when I need to talk. Just talk.
There are times when I want to listen and walk.

And walk. And walk and walk.
There are times I'd rather not talk.

Kin, say to me you must talk about things.
Kin don't hear what this caged Hawk sings.

There are my Kin who do not listen. They have no ears.
Same who make promises and have words shot like spears.

There are times Kin say to me I say too much.
Same Kin who don't take care of their such and such.

There are times I am scolded for being too loud.
Kinfolk then wonder why I live under a grey cloud.

No one knows what it is like to have one ear,
until one loses one ear. I know because I am here.

In the mean time, some Kin need to back off.
You see, I have not permitted myself to go soft.

So please, let this be a fine and understood chat.
Some Folk just don't know to leave me at that.

I am who I am. I, nor anyone else can change that.
That's clearly and simply one hell of a damned fact.

All of this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.