No Words

As he grasps for thoughts that once he could define

Like the way he feels about the wind

Or the people talking all around him

or the time he understood

who he was and where he stood

It all turns to grey

cause the thoughts they come and go but the words they seem to always slip away

In his mind he truly understands the world

Who he is and why he’s here

why those around him live in fear

and how the randomness of fate

can break your back with all it’s weight

But he can’t break the silence in his way

cause the thoughts they come and go but the words they seem to always slip away

If he could only print his soul down on the page

the way he does in conversation

unrehearsed in inspiration

When he’s had a couple drinks

and he speaks before he thinks

but when he tries to write it down to his dismay

the thoughts they come and go but the words they seem to always slip away