Keep Talking

There's a silence surrounding me

I can't seem to think straight

I'll sit in the corner

No one can bother me

I think I should speak now (why won't you talk to me)

I can't seem to speak now (you never talk to me)

My words won't come out right (what are you thinking)

I feel like I'm drowning (What are you feeling)

I'm feeling weak now (why won't you talk to me)

But I can't show my weakness (you never talk to me

I sometimes wonder (what are you thinking)

Where do we go from here (what are you feeling)

What if we just shut the hell up for two seconds.  Long enough to weigh the words we are about to speak against the sands of eternity.  Will the mere utterances have meaning after we are gone?  They why fill the empty spaces with mere words?  Aren't pictures or actions worth millions more?  Then why waste time with simply talking?  

Remember Dick Tracy, the movie... not the comic book.. I'm not that old.  Contrary to some local community college admittance officers observation, but I digress.  There was a character in the movie called "mumbles".  He wasn't known for his articulation.  Each character had their own unique characteristics.  His was unintelligible speech.  Somewhat useful for police interrogations, but not for relationships.  Some equate mumbling with bashfulness.  Others, it equates to shyness.  But have you ever considered that the man just didn't have anything good to say, but felt obliged to say something?