If I knew what to say, it would be said,
Impromptu truths have the best chance I'm told.
Empty are the thoughts that pace through my head
Leaving me with only what I have read:
Those wise written phrases to which I hold.
If I knew what to say, it would be said:
If I'm missing, detached, I won't have fled,
I'll be wandering, trying to be bold.
Empty are the thoughts that pace through my head:
I know the price paid when time moves ahead,
I know I'm foolish; I only grow old.
If I knew what to say, it would be said,
The brooks paused a while, and me they led
In that still moment, to a rich new fold.
Empty are the thoughts that pace through my head,
Unkindled stone passion is what I dread
Lying in my tent beneath the hail, cold.
If I knew what to say, would it be said?
Empty are the thoughts that pace through my head.