Words flow like an endless excretion of lava;
They burn with the redness of devil lips.
They're only words,
Yet they seem terribly important;
They hold the key to lock away fear and instigate action.
It is unfortunate...
It is unfortunate that Words are shackled by fear.
Words visibly cumble behind stoney walls across treacherous moats,
While possibilies stand on edge, hoping to cross these traitorous waters.
When the draw bridge falls, hope will march across,
Words will be freed
And the fight for Utopia will begin.