Words fall to earth,

Weighted by the gravity

Of their intent

Ricocheting off the opinions

Of the observer,

The unevolved individual

Who deems himself worthy

Of adding his own content

Moulding the message

To serve his own meaning,

Creating a new translation,

Now just an echo

Of the truth

His heart screaming

At his spirit to stop

Muting its purpose,

Of ignoring

The lessons

Being taught