Let another speak through your mouth
and slide in a secret they want to hear.
Let them smile at your intimation
of truths they only knew beneath the waters.
Fire will come jutting from your mouth,
but only light a candle or two.
Let the moment cause a lapse of reason
as what lies beyond illumines the room.
No one knows you speak their minds,
for their minds made you to speak them.
Everyone needs a dose of cure
to come from your mouth like a wintry old man
who speaks words that will be remembered
and knock on the door of fate.
And knock on the door of fate.