At a Loss for Words
Speechless
At a loss for words, not sure what about my prerogative
No sounds heard that indicate bells ringing my cognitive
Survival was long overtaken by the struggles of just living
Cheating death in morality but still lost in search of meaning
Exclaiming all truths and idioms of life in haphazard harmony
Humming unknown tunes, strumming chords in cacophony
Gathering fresh leaves in salty hopes as they dry and crack
The Midas is thus a failure as it behaves in reverse track
The sky seems a distant mirage and the ground a fake reality
The sun that barely shines on occasion leaves no light in pity
Lost in the woods, lost in the world of meaning and shoulders
No organic belongings around, just large immovable boulders
Once at the helm of the door opening to symphonic dreams
Now stagnant, trying to write, but at a loss for words it seems
