Poet's Paradise (Dawn of Era of Poems)

There are more ears than mouth yet years worth of words, keeps the world unaroused For its the actions that matter Its those deeds that scatter Unlike those hollow preachers words too much, empty creatures Then why would someone want all words? Never truly aware if that's okay or damn that hurts it is the time that moves those tides meanings change, swaying to all sides Never truly expressed if in language humans are fun, easy to boast easier to discourage So how do you say something that's pure? With essence of being and the truth to allure Not to seek glory, fame or shame In the end they're all the same Nothing worthy to be basked So, to answer your question which you never asked No, I Don't need ears for my happiness or grievances Just someone to share my silences

 I was told about things to worry times-a-passing, goals to hurry Somehow I don't want to be the hero of folklore wearing a mask, forcibly forlorn I want to be me The best that can be Laugh when I want fall on some slant Cry my eyes out Acknowledge me every doubt Define me wherever and however seizing to be alive, never Walk on my own gait celebrate worth, tackle hate Dream endlessly and still not fret There's a story to be told about me that I don't know yet