Your little words, could be wasted breath.
Could have kissed heaven, or tasted death.
But, I am an ocean of infinite depth without a crossing,
Where your words will drown or get lost in.
I am a mountain of greatest height with a path unseen,
Where your words will fall or die in between.
I am a universe of illusion with a sour portrait,
Where your words will blurred or be quiet.
So keep your little words and verbal jousting.
Little words don’t work, and small talk, is exhausting.