Mind Space

I haven't written in awhile, 

Guess things are going pretty good. 

I haven't had that much to say,

at least much that would be understood. 

So why do I sit here awake

as the hour hand creeps toward two? 

There's just too much that's on my mind

And half of its because of you.

I scribble down and then erase. 

Can't string together what I want,

the words that I could say to you 

without revealing my true thoughts. 

Of course I'm not exactly sure. 

It seems I'm hiding from myself

or maybe I'm just too afraid 

to see there's really nothing left. 

So though my voice may fall flat

my heart is buried in the verse.

If silence speaks, it's screaming now,

the clearest answer I have heard. 

There's no more knowledge that I seek,

It's resonating with the truth.

Talk might be cheap but surely, dear 

I might be worth a word or two. 

I guess I'd best be on my way.

There's no more business left to tend. 

Although they may be worn and frayed 

you've mostly knotted our loose ends. 

And should that tie ever slip,

it will only form a noose. 

There's just too much that's on my mind

There's simply not space there for you.