Descartes suggested that I live, and am what’s in my mind
The images and expressions there – are all uniquely mine
So how can I share that world, so that you can see
The things that I experience there – seen just by me?
We use our words – to carry others to where
We can unveil our private mysteries
We open up our vistas
Through our vocab-lary
Words are in use – on Oxford’s page
Plus half a hundred-thousand – now extinct
That were once all the rage
But these it seems are inadequate
To share our world – far and wide
So perhaps a quarter million more
From foreign tongues have been supplied
So why is there such confusion
Often about the things we say?
Do we even listen
When others’ thoughts they relay?