Speaking so sure
Feeling so strong
Nothing’s for sure
Could be all wrong.

Fools are full of words
The wise keep less spoke
As words are for the birds
And birds sing every note.

Beware of your predictions
Keep them close to chest
For some of who that listen
Will wish predictions death.

People you may trust
Those you may wish good
Sometimes in emotions depth
Can hate you for your love.

Beware with who you speak
Have caution when you tell
Only let out what you can’t keep
And let those birds sing like hell.

© Daniel Breslin