I am a forgotten dream
No more than a sum of my parts
Days unfold
And a life untold is useless.
It has no meaning
It exists in a passing thought
And hasn’t this all been said before
Written before?
A history so distant- it seems not to exist
It is not tangible
It is unmanageable
All that is left are words
And they are so useless
Let’s talk the devil into praying.
But if he doesn’t fall on bended knee
Then, it is really nothing after all.
I want to be actions.
I want to be verbs in motion.
And when all has been said
When all the words are actions done
Maybe I can lift my head high,
Once again I can be one.
BY JBW
A Dead Language 