Lost for words but my gestures won't fail me
Making sense of what's unfathomable seems to get a hold of me
Times without number I tend to bulge , or is it that I'm losing touch?
Fences mounted all over my thoughts , but I'm still thinking outside the box
What's life without charades? Obviously its like a masquerade starved of parades
Asides the bants and rants , an iota of truth is always present
As bitter as the truth is , it's therapeutic at the end
Mhmm if it's not harsh, it doesn't bang just like a square peg in a round hole
Scaling the gloomy horizons,I can't be less grateful
I can't explain neither can I complain
The grace has been sufficient, steady gassing me up
Who are we calling , who's answering?
Tales of a lost dog and the indifferent hunter
What's really the point if there will be a full stop?!
Easy to embrace attention,nursing rejection it's so hard like an erection
Still lost for words , how do I connect the dots ?
Must I always get lost in thoughts before I finally make a headway?