I say the words of nothing, locked inside my heart.

Cents is not to be made, sense is not to be had

I'm sorry if I have confused you,

I confused myself first.

I guess I'm saying that I don't care what you think

This isn't poetry

But it's definitely not prose

No stanzas but sentence

Breaks.

So, yeah, sorry not sorry

-Oh, the colloquial phrase-

Taking in knowledge of the world.

Can you hear it?

I can,

Rooted first in Christ

And then in Science, Literature, Love, and Philosophy

Etc, etc.