The words don't flow the same The colours seem too tame Lashing out like a whip, Tongue doesn't know when to stop.. Last piece didn't fall into place.. Now I think I've been building A castle in abstract air.. This cartoon ground crumbles beneath my leather shorn feet I fall upon this weathered earth Disillusioned yet unblinded Stuffing my ears with things I've ripped apart To keep from hearing the tick tock Of this broken clock Cranking the volume of this poem up To Drown out the phrase "I'm lost" But the words don't flow the same This tongue hasn't learned This new rhythm And I sit in the dark sometimes Counting the seconds Until my heart learns it too..