Tell you about the letters
And about the syllables
Tell you about the words
They don’t mean a thing
No matter what they spin
Spin anything
I only believe in untold stories

Tell you about the bastions
And about the minions
Tell you about the creeds
They never proved a thing
No matter what they bring
Bring anything
I only pay heed to the non-creed

My truth is a cloud
My cloud is a sky

Tell you about the foothold
The ground you stand upon
Tell you about the roots
You got to dig around
No matter how they reach in the mud

My cloud is a sky
My cloud is a sky