If I Speak

If I speak before I know what I speak
Where does that take me when done?
Where does that lead me in the end
and what does it make me look like to others?

Do I know what I mean without meaning?
Who really listens to such things?
Does it make me feel better or worse?
Will I be respected or disrespected?

If I put the cart before the horse
What direction does that take me?
How will I explain myself
and tip toe around my arrogance?

If I ask you a question do I know the answer?
Do I need to ask with presumptions?
Standing on soapboxes can be slippery
Especially when I have no idea

If I leap I look down
If I drink I make sure it’s pleasant to my tongue
Ignorance is bliss, or is it?
Not if my true intentions are hurtful.

And I...

A chill was there the breeze crept in
The open door slammed back and forth
Leaves rushed in across the floor
And I just sit here staring

Lightning flashed and thunder roared
The rain uninvited through my door
Dancing, rain dancing with the wind
And I just sit here staring

Flickered lights to darkened home
The power hushed has fled in fear
Blackened in no light to spare
And I just sit here staring

The stormy sounds like lions roar
Stampeding rhythm of beating heart
Trembling hands fight off the dark
And I just sit here staring

Time creeps by the sun peeks out
The winds they hide and seek no more
I finally rise to shut the door
And I just stand here staring.