Words Poem by Karl Iviacz Sims

Running in circles around and around,
looking for answers up and down,
I've roamed this globe searching clues,
for one little thing that will bring me to you.

Searching the heavens for one little sound,
that will bring your world down to the ground,
just one little thing so that you will see,
that you are no more important then me.

But you see now I'm just biting my time,
cause sooner or later I'll get in your mind,
then you will remember every thing you have heard,
and come to realize I'monly a word.