Alone
We try, we struggle, we strain. Longing for someone to know
Words what are words as they are tossed to and fro
Bard. Hanging. Waiting
They linger, grasping
Why can’t I get in? Why can’t they see?
An invisible wall in front of me
Words, and thoughts, and longings, muffle behind layers of fear
Are they theirs, are they mine? I can almost hear
Depth and fullness, understanding, peace
Two dreams drifting
Missing
Fulfillment just out of reach
If only the striving, the seeking, would cease
Not forever, just long enough to truly hear
To tear down the walls and sink into my ears
Around, around and around we go. A merry-go-round of eloquent pros
Pretty
Useless
Wrapped up in a bow
No wonder we feel so alone
Words what are words as they are tossed to and fro
