What Are They

What are words to you 

The sounds that blurt from a person's mouth 

The inky shapes on a printed page 

Or do they hold meaning 

Ask yourself again 

What are words 

The carriers of our culture 

The building blocks of our civilization 

The very thing that defines us 

The remembrance of the past 

And the embracing of the present 

The longing for something better 

And the foreboding of something worse 

A world hidden out of sight 

And the truth written plainly before our eyes 

Words words words words words 

Floating all around us 

We think we have one clear cut definition 

But words are extremely complex 

We never know what they'll do next

Author's Note

Someone told me yet again that writing is useless.