Do you speak too much

Do you speak too much

Or not enough.

Do words tumble in

A jumble of thoughts and images.

Spilling through your head,

Filling every gap,

Even in silence.

When the rumble of thunder

In your ears, is the sound

Of your own blood,

Do you shut up

Afraid of speaking out of turn

When there are

So many things left to learn

before you go.

What happens then?

Is what you believe

And all you have come to know

Kept in perpetuity.

Codified and classified

In a grand depository,

A universal library,

A footnote in the progress

To conclusion,

Or is that mass delusion,

And you just disappear.

Is that all you fear?

How can it matter so?

When you will never know,

Floating in the void, with no

Earthly comprehension.

And all you learn,

What you once were,

Is left behind,

Held in the minds

And schemes of those who love you.

If that is so,

It might be wise to let them know.

There are few clues

And you cannot choose

What might come to pass.

Is this the first day,

Or the last?

Live your life as if it might be both,

You may learn a truth or two,

And if you do, pass it on.

The chance is

That once you have gone,

The need of truth

Will be finally, definitely,

And abso-bloomin-lutely,

Done.