So much can be said, so little that can be of value.
Lines spoken with nothing to see, not even in between.
Words spoken without value are heard by only the one who speaks them.
Over the 1500 mark, quite an accomplishment for a place so misunderstood.
So much said, so many can never hear, they listen to themselves, not others.
King Malachite's coffers are filling like always, Norwegian phones, they even know.
Nobody listens to the chatter of the deranged sitting alone on a park bench in a crowd of people passing by.
Alone in a world of conversations, some speak to themselves, for words to listen to.
You can't derail what has already been.
