Words are too solid They don't move fast enough To catch the blur in the brain That flies by and is gone. Gone… Gone… Gone… I’d like to meet you In a timeless Placeless place Somewhere when you out of context And beyond all consequences... ......................................... I won't use word again They don't mean what I meant They don't say what I said They are just the crust of the meaning With realms underneath Never touched Never touched Never even moved through If language are liquid. And its gone Gone, Gone and its Gone....