Say Anything

I talk too much

And yet never say the right words.

I say just enough to say nothing.

I spill my speech down my shirt,

Trip and fall over my babble.

If my mouth could speak

Like my fingers write,

Maybe I wouldn’t be misunderstood.

 

I write too much

And always say the wrong words.

I say more than anyone needs.

I could build a skyscraper of poetry,

Build up walls just to break them.

If my fingers could mute themselves

Like my lips do,

Maybe I would learn brevity.

 

I think too much

And do my best to keep words in.

I torture myself with ideas,

Frustrate myself with make believe.

If I could teach my mind

To not let the words break me,

Maybe I would be free.