Silence is a silver ship, Traveling at the speed of the darkness, Black holes are the edifices, In which I build my thoughts.
Word by word, Each and every syllable forms upon my lips, And then broadcasted, aloud- Thoughts are killers, thoughts can harm.
My thoughts can't be heard from afar. Within this room I write my thoughts, With a pen that is void of ink, or a pencil That has no lead, Invisible they are, but somehow, These thoughts are broadcasted aloud.
A silver ship with its sail to the wind, A wild horse that canters across vast terrain, or Pebbles that roll off of my fingertips, That splash into the creek, one by one, You can see, you can hear, as My thoughts, broadcasted aloud.
My thoughts can't be heard from afar. My thoughts are a flame that only I can quench. I am in control of what comes into my mind, As my hands build the world from the brick of time, My thoughts control the world. My thinking destroys those, whom I abhor, My thoughts control the downtrodden.