Thoughts,

What is the purpose of a word
Unless to bring a sound to bear
Which may by another be heard
Who might give at least half a care?
And with some care...analysis,
To tease out all our wretched faults
And defuse fear's paralysis
Or old emotional somersaults
Which have us all at our wit's end
At one time or another,
Before we learn to let thought blend
Into some good we may discover
Be it real...or be it fake
Before the golden beams of daybreak!