I try not to think in silence

I try not to think in silence
without a pen,
gotta protect the goods,
smile, again.

such praise is selfishly selfless
when you die,
but so selflessly sol-ful
when you fly;

as though that most basic of words
is gone away
and everything is true with the worlds:
so, who is he,

when bright day comes, shining through,
and nightly,

(though he comes away and back, too)
o how could I be the one to say who,
so tritely.