How does one begin
At a dead end
My words are soft spoken
But your so hard to talk to
Feeling stuck in the mud
When left on a ledge
It's something you can't comprehend
Running in circles makes no sense
Yet I run in place at in catatonic state
Alone and adrift
Not even leather can't mend this rift
It's up to me to see it though
All the answers I pushed onto you