Nothing
I scrambled for you
Begged the universe to hurry up
In the rare moment that I had something to say
There you were
Ready
Infested with distractions
Talk
And then
Nothing
Corked by the idea that maybe no one cares
Turned in the sea of words
Not good enough
Not big enough
Not likely to receive validation
Worthy?
How can you tell?
Garbage
I was going to tell you about your blindfold
But maybe it's folded too tightly
For me to jar your reality
False
Real
Who has the delusion?
Garbage
I scrambled for you
Why?