The Question you never asked

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