Language, Language, Lingo
makes me sometimes click
With no meaning at all, just click
Language, language, lingo
If eyes were not there, would I still see
With my ears, perhaps?
With my brain, not at all
Language, language, lingo
If my ears were my eyes, would I see or hear?
May be if seeing means hearing, then I would
With my brain, confused
Language and Lingo lingers
If I had no heart, would I like or love
What would pump my blood, to my heart?
With my brain so red, burning
I just dont know the lingo
If touching was walking
And walking was cooking
And cooking, running
May be Love would be dead
And dead would be life
Just shut myself up!
Oh! This life would be different
Without this language
But there would still be
Another lingo I suppose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the questions you've asked 'would life be death' bt all in all we always find a means of communicatn be it language or lingo. I wonder if it limits our understandin of others and our very self in tym.