ACT / IONS

There once was a boy who expressed through giving
Gifts and materials to lift those he thought deserving
Too timid to translate good feelings to tidings
Mistaking ghost subtleties as giving great meanings

'Actions speak louder than words,' he thought

Ignoring the knock on his autonomic door, a fact
To think, alone, is inaction. Even with a new Mac.
Thank goodness for the friend who brought to his conscience
"Bro, have you ever thought about not being so precious?"

'Actions speak louder than words,' he thought
But 'action' is the word that cues fake walk and talk
Perhaps even that would be a step to the ball
That begins to revolve and evolve to a revolt

Only the first three letters to begin with
On a plane, relocated 600kms south-westward
Occasionally, the letters formed words that made sense
Gradually, combining to make sentences dance

In turn, making way for enriching new dialogue
Finally, creating a visible scene
Ghost pulses no longer - the unveiling of the sheet
Like a host at the end of the night, halloween

Eventually, it even became something he taught
My, how much opening night has brought

'There's no need for one to speak louder than the other,'
Expecting it all to change next time he blinks.