I gave it without a thought.
I gave it liberally.
I gave it willingly.
I gave it stupidly.
I didn’t take time to count the cost.
I didn’t weight the load.
I didn’t measure the depth of it.
I didn’t think much of it.
How I regret the words, I uttered.
But take it back, I cannot.
I am ashamed, but erase it all I can’t.
I must now eat my words.
Oh dear words, you gush forth easily, readily.
You plant yourself firmly and permanently.
You take a life of your own.
You take over my will.
Do you have total control over me?
Or am I using you as a scapegoat?
Have I refused to take responsibility for my acts?
I am the master of this craft I call my tongue.
Am I in control, or is that all hearsay?