To have something to say.
Sometimes you can just talk and talk,
And talk and talk and talk all day.
From wanting someone to understand you,
And finding more complex ways to do it,
With your voice instead of pointing at things,
To just making noise to point out you exist.
What goes through your mind when you're doing that?
Well, I'll tell you 'cause it's quite something,
A perfect unity within your body,
Of mind and soul and obliviouty.
And it's alright,
If you use words that don't exist,
When you're just talking for the sake of it,
You may as well create something while you're at it.
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