Overspoken

I wish that I could think a thought
And leave it there to be.
To have an idea and wrap it taut
To keep inside of me.

I wish that I could swallow words
And leave them on my tongue.
To breathe in what I'm thinking,
Let it expand inside my lungs.

For words, I think, improve with time
And wisdom grows in silence.
Thus the loudness I live is but a crime
And my insight breeds no prowess.

I crave a silent demeanor
Where I speak less and learn to listen.
Unnoticed as a meteor
It's the quiet who really glisten.

But still I'm here, writing down
Words I wish would go unspoken;
And thinking about the things around
That my words have left broken.