It seems I write best when I am asleep
How unfortunate though for none of these words I can keep
Not like a memory it doesn’t fade
But like a memory it remains vague
Lost deep within the vast bank
Where you don’t withdraw but lose instead

I talk a lot but I cannot speak
Endless words that will not reach
That echo and pierce the walls within
But only walls for I am as good as mute
Denied an end with no beginning to return

I lent my ear, but paid no mind
For all and everything meant no mind
I had no words so I discarded my voice
So another it went and found
I lost my ear when I paid no mind
Now I am plagued with the sound of noise