I tried to write a paragraph without a single pause But every time I moved my hand the end was all I saw And how would people understand what led to my demise If I could not explain myself enough to recognize Forgive me this - my lack of words, I must've just presumed That anyone who knew me well would read between and through It seems my haste in getting where I thought I'd never be Has taken me precisely there and now I disagree The spaces on the paper wait in hopes that I return My mumbling is louder now, I still cannot discern The lashes on my skin are matched with those upon my lids I haven't written anything if you are reading this