Its not the tone or inclination that defines the classic line.
Nor the puns or punctuation that makes this worthy of my time.
Its not the level of volume or the energy projected in the sound.
Nor the sharp changes that help me avoid the ground.
Its not the shape of those characters, lolling around the lot,
And its not the sum of arithmetics to further spin a plot.
Look here eyes,
you haven’t taken in.
Context is important,
depends what and whens that grin.
The direction of their sight,
whats in focus – fright?
Are they dim,
or addicted to a win.
Did they rant
or are they on a roll?
are they addressing stuff
or was it just the time they stole?
Is it helpful,
did it work?
would it win for me
if i’m such a jerk?
Means the world to me
if it helps me out,
with happiness joy
love and devout.
So a word, a sound,
or even a nod.
can mean the world for me,
Cause I’m no sod.
I might have some wierd
and wonderful ways,
which witch whiches
might get played one day.
But the sounds keep on coming,
in ever and ever intriguing ways.
So to stay in ones body,
learn to talk in.
wait for the messages,
soon you will grin.
Its Yoga for ears,
the alignment is true.
Can’t have mindfulness,
if your miasaligning those two.
So come on ears eyes and nose,
can you smell the truth or does it hav’to goes.
Come on ears, eyes and nose,
If I had to guess, its the boss and bose.