Messages

When trying to write a message you always fear

That your message may be lost in a shallow fiddle

Maybe you wrote it wrong and it all went astray

Or maybe you wrote it right and it all was okay

There's a message out there, waiting to be read

To be understood, waiting to be fed

Our collective unconsciousness may be asleep

But we'll surely have to find a way to make this drowsiness cease

Messages fly the skies like birds migrating

Sending waves and chirps that will hit and resonate