I can feel the numbness, it's coming on again
and gradually depleting what I did not defend
The sources they are many and all of them verbose
cacophony symbolic of everything they know  
They're speaking in a language they thought I'd misconstrue
but I have been decoding by watching what they do
Remember how you got here, I ask myself a while
and more so why you stayed then, to go the extra mile
But when I pose these questions, I start to hear them quell
their little tiny voices in hopes that I will tell
I've surely been too careless in giving out my words
forgetting they are taken the moment they are heard
But if there's no reversing, no backwards other way
I know I must continue and say what I must say