I would paint a picture,
But it will be words coming out.
I would love and come to talk
But my mouth will zip,
by the time I even open the door.
I would be willing to express an emotion
But bring you a hanger,
so you can pull it out from my throat.
I would say I'd love to prove a point
But then forget what it was even for.
I would think there are many ways to go
But then walk on the same road.
I think I know what I would like to do next
But my brain has gone for a stroll.