Random Words

RANDOM WORDS

Read some lines just the other day
The man was talking ‘bout moments of truth
He took me back to who I used to be
Took me back to the days of my youth

He said the old gods speak in the breath of the wood
They speak in the shaken pine
And they fill the reach of the old sea-shore
With their dialogue divine

And the poet who overhears one random word, they say
Is the fated man of men whom the ages must obey.

I know a man who spends his time counting
All that’s been offered and taken and lost
He’s never been taught that it isn’t by thought
That we find what enriches us most

It’s in the times when we hear what’s unspoken
That random word left in the air
That cuts to the bone, and we know we’ve been shown
Something that’s fleeting and precious and rare

Read some lines just the other day
Got me thinking ‘bout moments of truth
Brought me back to who I’ll always be
Brought me back to the days of my youth