We are not masters of our words

Words change meaning once you release them,
They are neither your servants, nor slaves.
They become masters of your destiny.
We don’t choose.
Paths are paved by eager listeners.
They mold and frame the outcome of your sayings.
Jealousy, envy, rarely love,
Point into directions of ways to come.
We are not masters if our words, once we say them.
They are masters of their own.

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