Oh, that it were so simple. That I could just utter those words. (idea)

If they were only words,
without strings,
they would fly as
untethered balloons, skyward.

If it did not lead to consequences
miles and miles of dominoes,
they would be set free, easily.

But these syllables are not music,
they are simply keys,
that open more doors than they close,

so no such words will I utter,
and no peace will you know.

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