bushes,
you've beaten about them &
smoke,
you've blown--

you've circled your fist a few times to get to your
thumb &
you've tiptoed around&around;&around--;

[stutters&wells;&whatdoYOUthinks;&um;/um/umms--]

but the answer is still in the mist
of unnecessary cocktails &
dawdling moments,
misplaced emotions--

I'm just as confused as you,
& the mixtapes you've made
just won't do
this time--

because music can speak louder than words,
[if your words cannot be found in the first place];
but you've been searching for them
half as long as you've been searching for something else--

--that is--
                                                            ­                              --yourself.

**for just because I have found you,
doesn't mean that you have just yet.