The Whole World Waits

Everything I wrote came from within. These are the compilations of my thoughts flowing from my skin. Emanating from my mind the innermost secrets of my heart and you have the nerve to tell me that it’s okay for me to start. You think this is video game and there is an on and off button. Well you just have to wait because I’m a glutton for my words. Letters coming together to form words, words make sentences; sentences breathe stanzas all dripping from my finger tips waiting to run from my lips…But not today. Maybe when I’ve had a little bit more time to craft my thoughts and rearrange the words to make the verbs to make more sense. What if my voice doesn’t match what I have to say and they people don’t receive it in the right way. Then my words have just become sounds and the sounds don’t make sense and my heart gets lost in translation and there’s no taxation without representation but my reputation is lost…and my art is a joke all because I choked on the words my heart tried to speak but couldn’t because they didn’t match the voice of my heart when I tried to start singing the words that were buried between my fingertips but didn’t quite reach my lips. So please bear with me as I contemplate shaking the grounds of fate, I simply ask that you sit quietly and just wait…