Word Beings

And maybe a word is more than a thing. 
It seems to laugh, it seems to cry. 
It is all wonders and is all a lie. 
 
And maybe we are beings drawn in words. 
Choking on their meanings blurred.
A drop of poison in the sweetest honey.
Yeast fermenting in hope and money.
Knife that slays or weakly sighs.
Bridges forming, crossing eyes.

And in the end, what is a word? 
Playdough.