Red, blue and green, black and white,
They string together, often wrong and sometimes right,
Making chains and knots in my chest.
I loosen one knot to let some air in,
And there went a blue, right up to you,
Stop! I cried. It’s not really true.
But words once out can never go back –
True or not, they float the seas,
Sometimes creating a ripple, sometimes a high tide.