I'm trapped in words

Held hostage by my friends

Tripped up by meaning

Taking a road just to get to it's end



Tounge tied

It's killing me



I want to see things for the first time

Show you things that are brighter, darker, sharper, softer



But I'm struck dumb and dead

Thoughts like paper over fire



There's a hole in my world

That makes me talk like a liar



Over there I see a fist fight

A woman in a care full of toys smokes a cigarette

Conversations twist and turn

I get the feeling I am learning more than ever before

This is the first time



Tounge tied

It's killing me