In my mind I am miserable,
in my heart I am joyous.
However, I am stuck in my throat
as are my words when I see you.
There's no way I could tell you how I feel when I'm caught here,
trapped in a place where I hear the music but can't see where it's coming from.
If I could I would tell you exactly what I wanted to,
but in the throat thoughts are not housed or fed,
and emotions do not take action.