Born Listeners Poem by vino aina

The travellers of emotion
A little inclination to words heard
Charms their compusure
Leaving them poised in thoughts
Dripping all what said
Into a cache in their head

These ones are clued to the brim
Afraid not to speak
Yet allow others say as they wish
If heard, would wonder where they have been
hiding. Or waiting for when to be seen

Around us are people like this
In our midst but pass us like breeze
Years from now, they would be seen on our screens
And we will tune to where they speak

Words we have heard will make up their speech
Mistakes we have made is what they will teach
They are the few elite
Listening to people like we