Is it strange to say that “s” is one of the strongest sounds, the way it severs in several way, or slices through what I say.
The “S” when someone speaks silently to your soul, the way it seeps easily through and takes control.
I sit as they tell me that I must stop, but I want to go, I want my own control; and so I tame the titillating sound of “S” I make it mine and I clean up this mess.
“S”? “S” is dead but I bring it to life this belongs to Me and through this powerful letter I will illiterate on meanings of living, and now I will use it to be giving.
The final “S’s” are to be safe and sound,I have learned what I must and my own meaning has been found.
Tales of Dylan 