A Thousand Beautiful Words

I realize you have given up on words.
People talk. You listen.
People write. You read.
And nowadays, even the wretched do it beautifully.
I realize you have given up on words.
Cause they've ceased to keep their sanctity.
And everyone is wise, and you...a wise cynic.
I realize you have given up on words.
How could you not, after all you've seen?
The abuse. The mindless abuse.
In every corner, by every being.
I realize you've given up on words.
Decided, to never ever take it in,
To never be that fool again,
Cause you've been there and done that,
And that's cost more than you could think.
That's cost more than they could think.
I realize you've given up on words.
And yet, you battle on still...
Quite hopelessly, quite helplessly.
It's an ugly war you're in.
I realize you've given up on words.
You hate your own voice, occasionally.
And love your silence for all it speaks.
Until nothing ever speaks...
No words, not even silence,
Nothing speaks....
I realize you've given up on words.
Have you now, finally?
If tomorrow you read a thousand beautiful words,
What would you make of it?