A World of Wine, Wisdom, and Words

Ink flows through my pen like blood
Thoughts escaping every which way
Ink stains the paper and dyes it a morose blue
Thoughts finally making sense

Paper as crisp as grass filled with dew
Words meaning nothing to anyone
Paper becomes used and wasted
Words explaining what's unexplained

Mouths open to express one's view
Opinions flow out to those amongst the crowd
Mouths are the key that opens the lock
Opinions aren't important once words are let out