Continuation

Language--
Is misunderstood.
Cause we speak,
What we thought,
Or we think is good.
But the mind of a rhyme,
Is a simple truth,
Their short,
Like the stature
Of the Jr. Youth.
Or stick in your mouth
Like a Baby Ruth.

Love is,
What I wait for.
Hope is,
What I fight for.
Words are,
What we say.
Mind is,
With what we pay.

In a blink of an eye,
You can miss a word.
In the bat of a lash,
Where a man once stood.
In a thought of self,
There's a different plan.
In a laugh at might,
You can take my hand.